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Yesterday's clown

Poetry By: deanfraserphillips
Poetry



A man who lets go of the past.


Submitted:Jul 23, 2009    Reads: 75    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Standing on the shores of isolation

The horizon of future beckons me

Winds of yesterday blow against my neck

An entwining destiny

Looking over my shoulder

Yesterday's laughter howls amongst the trees

Facing forward to my new life

Reality sends me to my knees

Regrets I have too many

Decisions never made

Blood flows on my hands so much

My skin begins to fade

I build a ship of memories

Cast it out to sea

Not caring if it sinks or breaks

A burning desire to be free

No calls or messages from the past

No answers left to hear

Just a path to follow in an unknown land

A journey fuelled by fear

I will not look back

For those burning eyes can mame

Drawing me back to yesteryear

Scorched by memorial flame

Running to the future

Maturity slows me down

For I am now tomorrows man

No longer yesterdays clown





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