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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (FICTION, PLEASE. It is easy for me to write in the first person, but nearly all my poems are fiction. Please don't attribute this poem to me. I loved my wife to distraction. For ten years she was sick and I cared for her like a baby. My only regret is that the ambulance which took her away would not allow me to be driven with her. I knew she would die and she would have wanted me near her despite her dementia. We were lovers. I don't know where I got this old poem of mine, but it is still fiction.) Shifting relentless time, sand in hourglass trickles slowly towards its final hour. Pretending I care not, I bask in the sun, enjoy mellow breezes, I wait; the end will come. The sky is clear, my mind is not, in truth I am distraught, echoes of a distant past ripple through my futile thoughts reminding me of your last visit. Now you stir in your desolate grave. My listless life is at a crossroads. I hover in a vicious vacuum, remember all the senseless shame, slide after seamy slide recalled, all your wants and needs which I demonically and cruelly denied despite the reparable ways, you made my fantasies would not come true. Now it is too late. Frustrations tear my sinful soul, I lie bound in a wicked web, I'll drink my teacup of remorse tomorrow is another curious chance: I pray for spiritual rebirth.
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