Existence, scene after
scene, characteristic of
lifes environment, genetics
and promises that reveal
nothing, the past descends
like rain from the sky,
washing away all dreams.
Phantoms of youth chanting
within the soul, paths blocked;
evil has spread across the
landscape of a lifetime.
Loneliness limits love and
happiness; boundaries set
slow the process of
moving into the future…
nevertheless, the future may
be shrouded with abundant
solitude from where there is
no escape. Rethink the future?
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