Twenty three years invested with nothing to show.
Just like that you decided to go.
Three times stood with you hand in hand on the precipice staring into your personal abyss.
What about this devotion did you miss?
Stayed until you returned to this realm.
Perhaps not wanted with I at the helm?
Suck it up and move on.
If not at least a lesson what have I won.
Perhaps me constantly pushing you to better your self
Did this push you to the edge of the shelf.
Seven years on and still wonder why?
The big hair rock man consuls me.
Once bitten twice shy!
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Keeter C (
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Comments1
Experience makes one leary. A poem of loss and accompanying mistrust
Exactly ty.
Most welcome
It does.
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