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A Poet’s Tale

Recriminations of a flawed existence

Blind stupidity and stubborn persistence

Thoughts of what might have been

Reminiscing on times long gone

Distant memories……

Ghosts that hang about my neck

Heavy chains like so much unwanted bling.

In my domain I am the king

The lone wolf now treads lightly

In my wake I left apocalyptic wastelands

Remnants of holocausts played out in the mind

Napoleonic wars of the soul

Hollow victories that widen the hole

residing in the ozone of my heart.

Longing for my Waterloo

Not knowing what to do

Or how to ease my pain

So much time spent in the rain

Need to find some balm

Something to restore the calm

So I write

I write…..to ease my mind.

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charles-matheson-aka-eqlektik
Jamaican
Published
Sep 4, 2009
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