13 June 2016

looking back

The path I walked was filled with deafening silence
exploded lights blinded me
synopsis of thoughts I thunk had been forgotten
stuck in a quagmire I watched them slip away

The path became dangerous unpredictable
distorted history created a plausible past
so believable it came alive
we shared the present
but fought for a future

The path disappeared
mirroring my memory
a phantom form of reality
gone is the other day
Yesterday not far behind

I walked forward without looking back

Copyright © 2016 Patrick B Vince

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