All these years now, half drunk most days
Losing so many good situations
Pushing so many darker ways
Losing so many good situations
Pushing so many darker ways
Seeing now the sown life pillaged
Too many times, reaching I find a light
One once blinded by being caged
Through the denial & flight
All these years now, I see the stammering
I see the confusion of ages in fractured memories
Clearly now without all the clamoring
Metamorphosis pursued
I cling to the cocoon of hope
To become imbued
When the golden eternity arrives,
Ill have resown my lives
Merritt Waldon 46 year old who lives in Southern Indiana. has had work in Fearlesss,
the brooklyn rail, be about it Zine, 4th american & others anthology, riverdogs, crisis chronicles website,
cheap and easy zine, / an a book of poetry with Ron Whitehead published by Cajun Mutt Press -Oracles
from a strange fire.
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