Repost about dead ends.


dead end

My unwelcomed guest
Suppressed, from
The past, Kept his
Own timetable–as usual
Threadbare, tweed jacket
And hat, a disguise
Worn thin
Led me down
Crooked paths
Where, no one dared go
Through briars of darkness
Imaginary, well-being
Illusions, that led
To nowhere
Made, a hasty exit
After darkness fell
When, there was
Hell, to pay

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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