Never Saved Poem by Christopher Withers
Never Saved
vision stunted by past deeds
leading to my current place,
childhood face: disconnected,
now adrift on stagnant lake.
cynicism scrawls the map
leading to my resting place,
a symptom of a drying mind,
what once was fluid, now is blind.
each denial of childhood dream
fractures now my world it seems.
mothers tears dried in her grave,
childhood view: never saved.
A good write, Christopher. A pleasure to read. Thanks. I wish you a very happy new year. Richard
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4/17/2024 7:30:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
wow. that was a very well written poem that expressed so much in very few words. Well done.