I find myself standing
On the edge of another autumn
Wondering if this is the year
That the world disappears
And I slide into nothing
And I am devoured
By all the foolish dreams
That I abandoned by the roadside
As I run from my past
Into a fragile future
Each new year as harrowing as the one just passed
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It's certainly been a harrowing year or two for me.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the poem, makes a person think!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Sad. It is evocative of that Hemingway quote from A Moveable Feast “You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light."
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, so appropriate for our times. Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteLinda McLaughlin aka Lyndi Lamont
Love it. Do you do NaPoWriMo?
ReplyDeleteWow, interesting and so now. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteNice poem an very true, especially in thses days
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Cie.
ReplyDeleteNone of us knows what the next few breaths will bring.