I shouldn’t be here

Through dubious days, diluted nights,

and dismal dreams we drew,

ourselves into relationship;

demanded something new.

 

In tangled trips of heart and mind,

the minutes strangled hope,

tied with frayed, impending need;

crippled inner growth.

 

Until at last a voice was heard,

yours or maybe mine:

‘I shouldn’t be here,’ rang the words;

the end was soon defined.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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