Torn Pages

Misplaced memories

Caked with dust

Withered by age

Like tattered tomes

On grimy shelves

Dog eared pages

Speckled by time

Erstwhile dreams

Broken promises

Scattered as seed

Upon parched earth

Once cherished as sacred

Now swept aside

Blown as leaves

On icy winds

Crushed by the weight

Of tomorrow

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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One Response to Torn Pages

  1. 😦 but, beautifully written Phil!😊

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