Unencumbered - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Unencumbered

A quiet day
Except for a
Gradual awareness that
Everything has changed.
Mourning the past,
Hoping to return to it
At some point,
To a time when
Everything seemed possible,
A vast world beckoning,
Unencumbered.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer