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ReflectionsI meander slowly down this dark,lonesome trail called life. My days flow endlessly through my mind upon the river of remembrance. Ominous black birds of discord and conflict fly across the seas of sunny memories turning them into a dark cloud of doom and pain. Quickly they are washed away by the ocean of joyous recollection of things done with compassion and goodwill toward others. Only to become darkly stained by feelings of inadequacy, and mourning over the things I've lost in my life. My reeling thoughts twist and turn on this undulating river of remembrance. Rapturous times are overshadowed by mourning. Festive times become covered by the sands of tormenting sadness. Only to be swept furiously away by the tides of love and laughter in my life. At long last my trail of memories comes to a crashing close, to haunt my weary heart and mind no more. Yet I am left feeling empty and hollow inside, to wonder if I'll ever be filled with beautiful memories ever again. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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