An uncomfortable familiarity, hangs heavy above. Â
Swirling mysteries rise, trapped forever between.Â
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Memories; of what used to be.      Â
Dreams; of what could have been.
Realities; of only what was left.
Destiny is forgotten, left discarded alone.
Beckons unknown futures, visions of tomorrow.
~Mark Schutter ©2014
my fears, my doubts, my unbelief, my lack, my ingratitude, my failures, my blindness, my hurts, my needs,…
It is November 15th and half way through the month of November 2012 and the pursuit of thousands…
Indefinable moments become the memories of our lives.
Into the deep darkness we hide Gripping the wings of fear we ride The light is unafraid to…
Left alone; a single grain of sand along the seashore, a single leaf waving gently on an oak…
Uncomfortable familiarity… fully feel and understand your poem! Great job!
I knew you would! Thanks!