EXISTING
The end of the road She hid her shame under the shade of the trees in her mind an echo like the twitter of birds a warning of impending madness perhaps? The sky embraced her like an ominous blanket useless gold she carries in her pocket and glitter in her heart. She follows a dirt road her solitude she cherishes but swallows her pain like a Currawong she chased those around her the chatter in her brain tells her to forget she wants to follow a straight-line path but her steps take her to a hollow labyrinth. She cuddles her cat to bring peace to her mind But solace found in a glass of whisky … all forgotten all is over now the past cannot be relived.
© liveencounters.net POETRY & WRITING Volume Two December 2021 Celebrating 12th Anniversary
