My Left One

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Stepped inside the circus tent,

Stayed until the whole was spent.

Pockets emptied, rested while

The basket filled, resumed the trial.

Spinning in a whirlwind caught.

Never gave another thought

To devastation’s hidden scope,

Putting trust in misplaced hope.

Images from sleepless dreams

Pushed forever through the seams,

Lost like shattered mirror shards,

Hands not found within the cards.

Pedal down around the turn,

Not a chance to live and learn.

Smiled and nodded, prayed that none

Witnessed to my setting sun.

Lazily a scuttled life

Balances upon the strife

Of a future torn and grim,

Billows of false wishes trimmed.

An ending quicker than the start,

The produce fallen from the cart

Left to rot on cobblestones,

A lifetime’s wreck among the bones.

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About this Poem

If I knew what mistakes I had made, I probably wouldn't have made them.

Or, maybe I would.