I've got a short fuse.
I need to let loose sometimes.
I don't know where I'm going.
But I know where I'm coming from.
I know where I've been.
It's been a long road.
It's been a rough journey.
I've lost myself along the way.
Yet throughout this journey,
I found myself in someone new.
I've found a fresh start.
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Fiction
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This was very uplifting! Loved your poem!