She was a slow red traffic light / At the intersection of the busy roads / Hesitantly, like an aged chameleon / Her walker clicked on the tarmac / Ordering the afternoon traffic to stop. / We sat patiently in our idling cars / As we awaited this apparition / To creep across the road so we could go. / / Her… sign in to read more »
I'm the story / the one that now is history; / that one that was never told. / but now fighting to be heard. / / I'm the story / that will surprise you; / though no one wants to hear me. / I'm the never ending story / the embarrassingly never ending one. / / I'm the story / the one told in whispers; / behind… sign in to read more »
Along the long corridors of minds / beset with much troubled memories / doors open sideways / threatening to release / mangled up simmering images / of shuttered-up shattered lives. / / Threads of uninvited memoria / enter and re-enter the arena / only to be shunted away / by the unyielding will / harnessed… sign in to read more »
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