Wednesday, January 29, 2025

THE FORMER I IS UNSEEN IN THE WIND OF REGRET

i walked a million miles of wall and wire to carry a dream to that far shore

the frightened cries of a thousand nights still echo in the valleys and over the moonlight mountains 

…and still i march on

it was a still surrender under a pale new sky when these words flew past the horizon of my shame

burdens of boredom and rivers of pain hide when the fall begins

…and still i march on

there are children in windows watching foxes argue over portions of my soul knowing not when bellies in the house of despair will be filled

for there is no hope in the pockets of a broken fool

…and still i march on

dissonance falls from my keyboard as I struggle to keep step with this new time signature while fumbling to find the key of a song i don't remember writing when the journey was new

…and still i march on

march on…

because the body seldom knows the heart has faded


a fable will rise from this terminal night

in a future not yet born i will deja vu another authorless poem

…and once again i will march on

march on…

only you and the former i will ever know

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