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Reborn
Late one night under a moonlight glow, I questioned my life and alter-ego, Am I the dunderhead that had it all wrong? Was I just a chorus in someone else’s song? Reminiscing to the voice of an owl, Wondering what life really meant now, Other than surviving my own death each night, I am incapable of separating wrong from right. Idling along the highway so grey, I watched as the reaper took his life away, Caught up in traffic without any flow, The ambulance left with nowhere to go. That day I’d worn a suit like a senator, Living the dream to be a cash generator, Climbing corporate walls to climb out of the gutter, These elusive heights turning me into a nutter. Foul stench of the land drifting upwind, Falling from man and his infernal sin, I continued to wipe the dried salt from my eye, With memories fading of that time passing by. With the crowd I abscond from the dream, Into a reality that’s virtually unseen, Submitting myself to now live with the hoards, I wrapped my torn wrists from where blood poured. (c)2016 PJ Bayliss
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Book: Shattered Sighs