The Road Ahead of Me

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I am not a poet.

Submitted: November 20, 2011

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Where, and where again,

My mind has slipped on the puddle of my youth.

I am old too soon.

We are all old too soon.

The noise is almost heart breaking.

I can't stand to look you in the face, dear shadow,

The only one who ever loved me.

That noise again, make it stop.

The cold fingers of life press into my eyes

And make me blind to all the beauty

That used to inspire me.

Blood, more blood, more blood again.

What is that terrible noise?

I cannot see, and yet I hear it drumming,

Drumming against the cage.

Were you here yestoday?

Did you see it die?

The noise, I know, I cannot deny it,

It is the sound of innocence,

Of beauty and nature,

Of love and hope

and all the sweetest aspects of the human condition.

They are trapped.

We are trapped.

I am trapped.


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