Land of the Damned

There's much I may not ever know.
When did I begin this journey?
Which roads, which forks, brought
Me to this land of hazy twilight,
Cardboard copies of the things
Which once had been so
Meaningful to me? Can my
Journey be retraced, or must
It run in one direction, deeper
Into darkness, and to numbness,
Ending at an empty hole?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-29 at 15:15

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