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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