Platitude

So many damn buttons to push,

not one offers to press me.

Where’s my Locksmith with the master-key?

Has one been fashioned for such a prison?

I ascend a staircase to meet you,

everyday almost.

How is it I’m choking to breathe

in a river of tidal-force abandonment?

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About RyanC

I have no answers...just lessons learned from mistakes
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One Response to Platitude

  1. Morning says:

    love this one…

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