To all my failures, my misses,
The roads that traversed me downright,
The planes following the hisses,
All those who disciplined my might.
...
To all my silences, my lies,
The misunderstandings that stuck,
The book-Auschwitzes and their ties,
All words for which I gave a fuck.
...
To time wasted to be the same,
The Wall and every other wall,
The vistas unseen, with no name,
All things that coxswained to the fall.
...
To the world and its deserved pains,
The tots who never got to term,
The love that never sized the gains,
All those who should have remained sperm.
...
To all my demeanours, my fears,
The things that seem to be too late,
The guise needed to hide the tears,
All my overlooked acts to date.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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