sunset boulevard
there is no going back
no fixing of things if you will
no apologies for past decisions
or inspiration to instill upon others
that song buried deep inside you
is like the setting sun in the rearview mirror
seemingly a faraway memory
but closer than it appears
full of deceit and trickery
and almost smothering until suddenly
explodes with a brightness never before witnessed
turning everything black as a ghost
it is a lonely road you chose
the one marched on by millions of men
sent off on their own accord
to conquer their own fears
giving meaning to their newfound lives
july two thousand fifteen
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This is very moving. I love the mirror metaphor
Thank you very much, Rose.
But – but – but – this is just dress rehearsal, isn’t it?
Well yes, it sure seems like it!
Hey there Matthew … love the imagery & metaphor in this … leaving the past behind and starting over … there is movement in the symbolism … embarking on a new road, moving forward. Beautifully written 🙂
Thank you so much for commenting on this piece, Loredana – I greatly appreciate your patronage!