Hindsight

Each ache, cables from the past, bleach and leach the feeling from the soul
No longer able to heal, days when all was well fading far and fast
Into a half-forgotten past, of sunlit tableaux, standing alone
Without context, significance forgotten, simply dusty photographs
Signposts no longer able to be read, those junctions long since traversed
Routes to alternative futures never again accessible, no way to recross
The Rubicon, those dice forever cast, like a wasp trapped in a jam jar
Drowning in what ought to have sustained, a life drained of hope.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B