Living?

Drifting along, my time has come to slip away.
Each has to go but in a different way.
Mine was chosen all along,
To live not living, my mind far gone.

It’s beginning to focus from a blur,
And the realizations that now occur
Are those of nothingness, as being blind,
There is no purpose for me to find.

It’s called insanity, blown away
That’s my future set forth that day.
So, forgive my wrongs and remember me.
For that’s how I am and how I’ll always be.

RLT. . .

Living?

Rhonda Strickland

Sun City, United States

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