DRAWING A BLANK
I can remember,Being driven to the orchard.
When I was just a lad,
All of us would have,
A picnic with mum and dad.
The funny thing is you see,
None of us would try to be.
Like the preferible Adam and Eve,
Picking apples from a tree.
It's hard sometimes,
Remembering fragments.
Of my broken mind,
Forgetting most over time.
Looking into an empty mirror,
What do I think I see.
Nothing but an empty shell,
Looking back at me.
Am I forgetting to remember,
Or remembering to forget.
Is it because the older that I get,
I'm forgetting all about myself,
Remembering all my regrets.
As I walk away from that mirror,
Looking backwards what do I see.
Nothing but a lonely man,
Walking away from me.
Sometimes I sit and stare,
At a blank page all I can perceive.
Is a reflection of an empty mind,
Staring back at me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-12-17 at 16:08
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