I cut corners
around my soul
Searching to find
even a small part
of myself still alive
A shorter jaunt
than I imagined
For existence
traded with life
a long time ago
Trimmed miles
off that road many see
as a journey
Mine leads
nowhere fast
A blessing
when the end
destination is desolate
And I wonder if they
ever sit in their old age
think back to an
innocence
they unceremoniously
shortchanged



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Meg
Which of course suits the piece.
I love the way you used 'jaunt' & "than I imagined" makes me think of false hope you had before.
LoL
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