Poem -

A ....B......C

A ....B......C

in the hills walking ...thinking how life has gone passed.me

alone as the now  of my last word spoken to.the listener or to be listen to 

but there us
no one there to recieve
or to acknowledge the importance or purpose of my life or their life existing

and the minutes and days went pass like a storm or wind of life's end

and we all sit watching and knowing its us
only us
to make a change
no one left to blame
but ourselves..

and no one even tried as much  as a hope to the next 

I hope I see you
as you 
when we arrive
or reach the final phase of life 

and we all shouted..not now not I
let it be a thought ...only
let it be only..
like a..b...c

 

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