Tuesday, September 16, 2014


I sometimes spend entire nights
Writing poems about my youth
Trying to discover who I am;
Sorting big lies from little truth.

I split me into chapters,
My locations into miles;
My positive experiences...
The painful, in separate files.

I focus on the failures,
Leaving my legacy diminished…
I remind myself to go to bed,
Every life ends quite unfinished.

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