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My Horizon
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MY Horizon
I looked to the
vanishing point of my
extensively eclectic life,
self-reflection
bringing back memories
of both virtuous quality
and abysmal events.
If I were a coward
I would purge the
horrific occurrences,
one by one, for they
oftenlead to reopening
past, unrelenting stings.
If I were a weakling
I would flee from these things.
Although I remain
with the memories intact,
there are people
I have cut from my life;
why continue
with sadistic/masochistic,
appalling relationships?
In this, I admit to
having burned bridges.
I can still smell
the pollution of foul stench,
smoke, and soot
in the grey atmosphere.
Each poem that flows
from my pervasive pen
is remembrence of all I’ve seen
things that I wouldn’t change;
around and within me
and every place I’ve been.
I looked to the
vanishing point of my
extensively eclectic life,
self-reflection
bringing back memories
of both virtuous quality
and abysmal events.
If I were a coward
I would purge the
horrific occurrences,
one by one, for they
oftenlead to reopening
past, unrelenting stings.
If I were a weakling
I would flee from these things.
Although I remain
with the memories intact,
there are people
I have cut from my life;
why continue
with sadistic/masochistic,
appalling relationships?
In this, I admit to
having burned bridges.
I can still smell
the pollution of foul stench,
smoke, and soot
in the grey atmosphere.
Each poem that flows
from my pervasive pen
is remembrence of all I’ve seen
things that I wouldn’t change;
around and within me
and every place I’ve been.
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