Blurred memory

This life I had planned to achieve

went out with the note in a bottle

I let slip overboard on a high sea.

As I recall I tried to forget just what

seems now to be more or less

a blurred memory

killing me..

This life has become out of reach

these words need to be bleached

so screaming fuck won’t be heard

nor the last 104 poems 

tossed out and visible in the mirror

loosing myself down a wicked road.

blurred memory

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