Of roads not taken
Of paths un-trod
Of life’s inertia
Fulfilled or not
Others pass by
In themselves absorbed
intransient myopia
Spun out of control
The pages fill
With tears that fall
The emptiness of a silence
That can capture us all
The wasted seconds
Seemingly timeless years
Looking into mirrors
Trying to embrace your fears……
Mark Catlin
March 2016.
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