When you take those late night walks to ease your mind
for different air, a different melody;
if you turn around and look over your shoulder,
what do you see?
Is that a life of unwise choices there behind you?
Do your unkept promises nip at your heel?
Are you starting now to understand how those
you left back there must feel?
You know I've had a late night walk or two myself,
so I know that you and I are much the same;
we think too much and look too much
never seem to really see enough
and still we have not given this thing a name.
So that ever-present shadow
you think is following you home
is the reflection of a hundred failed affairs;
any opportunity that passed you
while you looked at what is gone
just turns and stares.
Foolish late night walks that
leaves you weak and stupid,
a thing without a name calls rhyming mockery;
when you turn around and look over your shoulder,
what do you see?
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Love questioning poems that work their way toward an end. Nicely written.
The past is always there behind us. It will follow us to where ever we go. enjoyed the images of this one. - Phil A.
I doubt any lover of poetry could find fault with these words Dan .. you both begin and end with a question that encourages the reader to think back upon himself .. they sit well on the page too my friend .. this is where I feel compelled to type Bravo .. Neville
Is that finger pointing at me? You are creating paranoia in me Dan. A very interesting rhyme scheme and meter to this poem loved it.
You caught me, but I sure never intended paranoia. Thanks for the kind words.
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