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in #poetry3 years ago



But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
—Atwood



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The Moon asleep
In a blue haze
Up in the dark heights,


And you somewhere
Thinking of me

Adrift in a jumble of lights.


I regret the lies
And the many years
Lost to cold neglect,

A frigid walk
By a lonely park
Is all I have left.


I can’t go back
And retrace my tracks
Or find where I first strayed,

And words alone
Can’t heal the wounds
That time cannot erase.


I see myself
For what I am
Wretched, weak and base,

A man of sorrows
Filled with grief
Bent by his mistakes.


But sometimes
On a frosty night
When stars blaze bright above,

I think of us
And what we lost
To ruinous, fatal love.



© 2019, John J Geddes. All rights reserved



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