Perfect Tense

Here, I’m at the bittersweet end.
All has been gutted, trashed & rent.

A hollow husk of domicile.
This void space, soon, will be erstwhile.

Much could be done to save this scene…
Some time, matches & gasoline.

But, that’s a problem for strangers.
For, I now desert these dangers.

Off to haunt new, greener, pastures.
Where, dreams, I might manufacture.

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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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