Pistols & Sometimes Wandering Helpless

by

Brbadpenny

Occasionally I'll patrol the area. Sometimes with or without someone's shoulder. Sometimes with a pain from a wound that will never heal.
The last time I staggered to the place where we once stood it was painful to recall what was then so easy to feel.

Several porch lights shine through the night.
Silhouetted figures in windows.
Sometimes I sit and think and drink about what I should have said. Sometimes I speak through a voice which is my own now instead of what was my own then.
And it makes me feel better.
But the borrowed moment is soon abandoned.
The last time I stumbled too close to the place where the ghosts and the memories run wild, it was too much to handle.
It was painful to recall a time when I took everything for granted.
Why was it all wasted on one so young and naive.
Now I'm left to revisit a place that I never wanted to leave..

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Old Churchill
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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