Illusion

Sitting here longing for a meaning to my life
My past regrets and failures glean me like a knife
to look back is futile, but ahead just as bad
for the future shrouds in mystery and brings the looming scent of death
my purpose doth allude me and allows a precarious note
of hope strung in the future in silver streams of hollow smoke

You are very eloquent with your words . Great write ✍️

You too, your writing penetrates minds and hearts

That’s very kind . Thank you 🙏

Dear M,

So true. It’s what you find and hopefully with sense enough to realize the gift of the find. I thoroughly enjoyed the loveliness of this metaphoric write. H🌷

Dear H thank you 🙏. Very kind of you 🥰

True. It is what you find. 😊

A dead rat !!!!. Ha ha . Thanks Billy .

Oh no! Rentokil. 😜

Wise words.
And who doesn't love crushed velvet. 😊

Thank you 🙏

It's what you eventually find inside your soul................Kisses, Robert

Thanks Robert . 🙏🙏🙏🙏