Can’t see where I’m going
nor
where I’ve been
the road is rough
too many bends
for me.
Will I come
out to the open?
See the path before me
gently sloping
to a valley full of fun
no sadness nor depression
so deep.
Hopefully
this is what I’ll see
will be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
No more
Can no one say.
No more to hear
To see.
No more will be suffice
To carry us through this day
This night.
No more to feel
What wasn’t felt
Yesterday.
No more
Will there be
A difference between us.
No more you, no more me
No more.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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