5/27/2025 for Point of No Return Poetry Contest sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
When the time comes to go, it doesn't matter what I know, or what bridges I might burn at the point of no return. When I see her standing there, don't talk "reason". I don't care. Don't think I'll ever learn. I'm at the point of no return. I'll think about it for a long time, but those thoughts aren't worth a dime. It doesn't matter what I discern. I'm at the point of no return. Scrutiny, my brain, the outside world - all those things are quickly hurled. A place inside now has its turn. It's called the point of no return.
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