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just a thought...
a whimsical stream
of reflections brought
screaming through our minds eye
via our deepest, darkest
hopes and fears
having come and gone,
left us drenched in sweat
leaving scars upon our consciousness
if we have not met them square
where we could have faced them,
bravely stood and fought
it is we who've fled, instead...
feeling remorse, perhaps
seeking to atonefor deeds left undone
drowning in the tears...lest we forget
life lessons taughtover the years
grays and blues
not frightful
considered outright
to be a loss...
tossed from our visual cue
as yet, not quite perfect fruit
...for its been bruised,
even stolen moments
carry a cost,
lest we forget pain
and suffering
...with
compounded interest
which cannot be erased
but faced... honestly
(not without regret)
we are not excused
for ignorance
our karma unrealized,
perhaps, repeats itself
until we renounce
our misbegotten prize
that portion of a dream
we did not own, but used
perhaps abused by whim
or lack of foresight...
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