I've been taking it as it comes
for far too long, according to some.
My fondness for the great indoors
has come at a cost I can ill afford.
So many ghosts walk down these corridors;
I recognise my face in all of theirs.
This path I chose has slipped beneath me:
will I rise or be beat by sleep again?
Author notes
"I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me"
(Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple)
I'm tired - like everyone else it seems - but hopeful (moving tomorrow).
Sorry that this isn't exactly abstract.
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- Be Inspired by Candyknife.
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Comments
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I like this poem
I totally understand this, and can relate to
So many ghosts walk down these corridors;
I recognise my face in all of theirs.
This path I chose has slipped beneath me:
will I rise or be beat by sleep again?
well done Poet
Blessings
Rend
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hmm,
actually this was pretty subtle, and thats what i like to see, good on ya for this i really enjoyed reading it
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