End of the Line

I have one mother & I’ve no father.
My birth name will not curse any farther.

I cannot but try to mark life better.
So, I work by a new group of letters.

Most of life’s living is a robot dance.
It’s ridiculous repetitive trance.

Wishes aren’t real; for, I’d’ve been long dead.
I have made those wounds & have seen them bled.

No more mainlined reflections, Adonis!
Our hopes & efforts are all we can promise.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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