I walk alone
moderation is but a stranger
he thought
sitting on a park bench
and feeding the pigeons
bread of life meant to last
the entire winter
somewhere down the road
everything became all or none
as those earthly habits
siphoned off the fuel
that once powered his
beautiful thoughts
the very idea of divorcing
such influential forces
from his daily rituals
sent his mind tumbling
deeper into the fray
knowing there could never be
one final straw
he walked along the river alone
his destructive tendencies
seemingly out of sight
february two thousand fourteen
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Such powerful imagery.. loved this line especially “as those earthly habits
siphoned off the fuel
that once powered his
beautiful thoughts” stirring…
Thanks so much, Melanie. ;`)
Balancing the pros and cons of life is not as easy as it may they seem. A powerful reflective piece – well done.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Mike.