Click here to hear the poet read his words:
day and night
during the day
I live life with a smile
enjoying the warmth
of the Mediterranean sun
content with who I am
who I have become
or perhaps
who I have created
but in any case
at peace with my soul
but when I lie awake
at 3 a.m.
and in the darkness
the shadows of memories
mingle
with the memories of shadows
reminding me of who I was
and all those I damaged
then my soul screams for forgiveness
and I yearn once again
for the death of the past
Sound Bite Fiction 
You, too? I hate when that happens which is why at 3AM you’ll usually find me sitting in my recliner wrapped in a security blanket and writing the world’s next bestseller (in my mind, anyway). 🌹
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Surely not you, Nancy!
I had you down as one of the perfect few…
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Now, how boring would being perfect be?! 😉
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Jings, you’re cute when you’re contrary!
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Wow! Powerful.
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Thanks, Kate, glad it worked for you
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Been there, done that, wear the T-shirt to bed every night. Yours in yearning, Doug.
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I guess it’s most of us, Doug, apart from the perfect few
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Ouch!
Life laid out in its beauty – and its pain.
‘shadows of memories
mingle
with memories of shadows’
Beautiful lines.
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Thanks, Jenne, sometimes the Muse is awake when the rest of the person is asleep!
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