Dark clouds are lining up
on my horizon
as the acceptance of my fate
is rising.
The promises I had made
to myself
are as useful as the empty
moneybox on my shelf.
The version of the man
I thought I was
has diminished with
every day that passes.
The man standing
in his place
has been left with
a losing ticket for this race.
A life once filled
with hopes and dreams
has had its soul
ripped out by the seams.
Hello, have you published any book ? Your poems are amazing, beyond description!
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Hi and thanks for your kind words, as a matter of fact my fifth collection will be published at the end of the month. My others are on Amazon under the name Pat Doran.
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