I never could read the hidden signs

Predicated on wishful illusions

They became circles and lines

Written in the wrong languages  

But I know where I’ve been

And I’ve been down this path before

Far too many times for counting

Walking in wet muddy boots

In another unwanted midnight rain

With teardrop stains on my heart

By now you’d think I could do this blind

Why does the past drag me back here?

Make me wander aimlessly around?

Haven’t I suffered enough…by now?  


Poet of the Light © 2023

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