whispers

i like to take long walks
and drives
along seemingly endless
stretches of road
old paths that seem almost new
daily
with the silence of time
as my companion
alone thinking,
with no action required
the quiet captures and
captivates me
as the wind whispers
tales
of dreams once thought
lost
across desolate fields
a desperate landscape
of hidden imagery
i wish to know those secrets
and it seems to me
that solitude is a good thing
the truth is more real
in those moments
especially at dawn
then I return home with
loneliness threatening
to eat at my soul
slowly
it’s my lot in life i fear
a beautiful mind
and rotting heart
washed in twisted waves
of alcohol and fire

 

 

 

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