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What Would Have Been

To ruined reasons I am clinging,
In pools of pain I am sinking
It is the Truth by Boredom bringing
All my thoughts of worried thinking

That see me listless through my days,
And drain me dry of slipping strength
In my doleful Past, all focus stays
As does my Hope I've left at length

In my suffered grief, I am locked:
Never to change "what would have been"
My Ships of Doubt in Death are docked,
To never set sail for Truth again...

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

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Robin Davis Date: 1/18/2014 9:49:00 PM Chan This is deep and emotional. Sounds like you need a huggie or two. < stretches arms open wide > I will make you feel better. No sorrow for my friend. Thanks for the humorous and wonderful comment on my Lying Dunce poem. Hugs and Love Sweet Pea Login to Reply Just That Archaic Poet Date: 1/19/2014 7:38:00 AM Thanks for all the reviews, Sweet Pea! <3

Debbie Guzzi Date: 10/29/2013 9:19:00 PM Interesting, feels a wee bit incomplete? Light & Love Login to Reply Just That Archaic Poet Date: 10/30/2013 5:04:00 AM I disagree, but a wiser person than I said that art is never finished, just abandoned. I don't think I had anything else to say in this piece so in my heart and mind, it felt complete.

Danesh Morgan Date: 8/29/2013 8:22:00 AM doubtful and strange that's the feeling Im gettin any more and my brain will burst with all the guessing and thinking Login to Reply Just That Archaic Poet Date: 8/29/2013 8:45:00 AM Some poets write in a very straight-forward way; I take my reader around a lot of curves at a fast pace, and I can see how that can leave you guys a little dizzy and mystified. Bottom line: I just want the reader to take away from the piece what they need, whatever that may be. Thanks you for dropping by and reviewing this piece :)