alone
artwork by silena 'desolate'
in the inky shadows of the ailing
time turns to ketchup
slow moving
(although the anticipation is lacking)
clocks tick - never quite in unison
childhood hopes ride on a downhill tricycle
paying no mind to the weeping willows
swaying in memory’s breeze
adult inadequacies become crystal clear
traveling the super highway of questions
(where nothing is as it seems)
till they reach their final destination
- - the vanishing point of dreams - -
alone
poetry by lydia shutter
By NJ Virg
© 2008 NJ Virg
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