Monday, August 24, 2015


Parallels I draw between
His accomplished life
And my transient shambles
Something calls out
A borrowed family
None to call one’s own?
Compensation for loneliness
Are the acquired things
That money begets
Choices were they?
Or plain ol’ destiny
Shackling him
The point of no return
No escape
When here, its final

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