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POSTCARDS from the LINE of DEMARCATION Points of Separation in Poetic Prose
TIME
Reflection upon wasted time pursuing lust filled desires Pain born of expended energies multiplied within the hours
A ray of truth piercing dark shadows of humiliation Seeping through a crack in the door of degradation Casting an elongated spike from here to the horizon of eternity After all these years hidden Shame grows as a dank mold upon the blot of a stained psyche
Oh to be free free from the grind delayed before now daily paid for As if a cancer making captive the mind
Wasted days Wasted nights Time, heavily invested dedicated to the chase Eroding prosperity as it gnaws at false promised tranquility
Oh to be free free of the guilt From a mound stone by stone mountainous walls have been built
Time, in blocks freely given away
Time, appearing endless never stolen, yet cast aside
Time, consumed by selfishness unable now to be reclaimed
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