As I stepped into the chilled damp air, yesterday
washed over me.

I felt trapped in a shroud of times gone by and
all the days from yesteryear.

Lost in a whirlwind of where I’ve been, and
where I should go from here.

Here and there I wander through time as I wait
for the fog to clear.


© 2010 Charles Dennis


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