Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this Collage Prompt.
I’m a story, my life overarching,
Tale that tells of my unique journey.
Places I’ve travelled, things I’ve seen,
Until the day comes and these —
Silt, dust, and smoke.
Wild nights, regret;
My authentic talents,
And a muse who knows,
Histories repeated —
Memories of pen and ink.
Thoughts hidden, lock and key, they close.
Masking the truth of such characters,
Building worlds through words, disconnected.
Sly as a fox, I’ve learned fruitful ways.
These days go by, can’t halt the clock’s tick,
Don’t forget time’s ever so short.
Juices dribbling down small chins,
Organic pears sweet with —
Ripe fruit ate,
Becomes soul —
Food that —
Brilliant and —
Warm soothe the heart,
But reality —
Doldrums work to dull minds.
An anasethic addictive,
Sickness in body, soul, and heart.
Too much berries here for birds who —
Wobble discordently drunk, stagnant.
Become a person who finds windows when,
All doors are shut, locked up tightly.
Find your dreams, your goals define them,
Persevere, strive in —
Life as it happens; too —
Fast for my liking!
That we will,
As stories or part,
Of nastolgies devised.
Obscurity as time —
Moves as the rabbit with his —
Pocket watch; we’re perpetually late;
Wherever we end; hope it’s paradise.
One where we dwell on stories of truth,
Body’s age, decay; but our gifts stay.
Forever they are our tasks.
Someday we each face ends.
As Dylan desperate wrote,
Of the light’s dying,
Don’t fear for it; light’s
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