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the emptiness of the afterwards
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The Ramblings Of A Madman in a world where looking back dominates
the emptiness of afterwards
viewed and reviewed along
a set of self-induced horizons
each passing day the fires of the soul
fade to embers
each night spent holding tight to the anger
wondering why no mater what you do
you can't rise from the ashes
with death following your footsteps
entirely to close for comfort
and the bucket list oh so long with
only a few checked off do to health
budget or both
people you'd like to see again but knowing you won't
recanting the failures you would do anything to make right
the ashes from the bridges burned are piled high
the wounds of the heart are ragged edged and deep
a world conflicted by words left to hanging
like lingering cigarette smoke and stale beer
surrounded by people who care
but still feeling totally alone
they just aren't that one
yeah a world where looking back dominates
the emptiness of the afterwards
~ D D ~
I am honored. Especially:
I am honored. Especially: "...the ashes from the bridges burned are piled high..." The reasons at the time seemed rational and necessary. A mental door slams, an actual key turns a lock, the world in hindsight is 20/20 but at the time it was all blurry and eyeshot. The cigarette and bar images were magical and soooooo you! - Have the best day you can have today and everyday - xoxox - allets -