Sometimes I think about time
And how tomorrow
I will wake up
At forty
And wonder how I got there
I will have a new inner monologue
A new current perspective
And the me that's here right now
Won't exist
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
