The unmistakable yearning,
The sicken pinch,
The awful emptiness of reality setting in,
unable to go back, life moves on like a locomotive without brakes.
Heading for eternity we can never go back, what’s done is done.
Memories fading like paint on a canvas, clinging to what was left of a fragile existence.
Unable to hold on we slip into eternity, ignorant and afraid of the unknown.
We pass through the darkness and return home into the light.
By Lucius Wilson
The sicken pinch,
The awful emptiness of reality setting in,
unable to go back, life moves on like a locomotive without brakes.
Heading for eternity we can never go back, what’s done is done.
Memories fading like paint on a canvas, clinging to what was left of a fragile existence.
Unable to hold on we slip into eternity, ignorant and afraid of the unknown.
We pass through the darkness and return home into the light.
By Lucius Wilson
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Ballerina Feet by Lucius Wilson. Visit the link above for more information and to buy custom merchandise.
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Life by Lucius Wilson. Visit the link above for more information and to buy custom merchandise.
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Dark Waters by Lucius Wilson. Visit the link above for more information and to buy custom merchandise.
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Sunrise by Lucius Wilson. Visit the link above for more information and to buy custom merchandise.
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