I’m Alone
With only my memories –
I sit alone on the hill and watch the sunset…
Faces float by in surreal silence
And,
In words only I can hear,
each tells a story of
My life, unadorned with gratuitous
Words of praise and solicitude…
With each face,
With each story,
I know where I have failed and
Corrupted my own existence.
Where ‘could have been’ echoes
Through the lonely caverns
Of my soul.
I sit alone as the Sun hastens
The night and the demons
Of regret and remorse.
A Life so frivolously wasted
On Wanderlust and Longing.
So it must be that a life be lived
In such disarray no matter
The Cause…
For it is fodder for the
Fools to come.
Billy Ray Chitwood – April 29, 2016
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I always like hearing your voice in poetry, Billy Ray. Nicely done.
xo
eden
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Thanks, dear Eden, for your nice words… Hope your world goes well for you. All my best. XO ♥
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What a beautiful poem, Billy Ray – so much depth and feeling xxxx
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As always, you make my day, Dianne… Wishing you and family well at the RUC. XXXX ♥
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That was all very depressing, Billy Ray; I do hope that you don’t really feel like that. Kind regards, Diane
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Just an exercise in ‘poetic expression’, Diane… Sorry it depressed you. Best wishes.
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