Halfway Home (An Original Poem)

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Awake, at half past twilight
staring hard, searching
into the night.

Heart heavy with
the weight of wishes
my soul has yet to shed
so much to be done,
many words left unsaid...

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Time,
teach me
more than I think
I can learn.

Sacred cycles,
please slow
your turn.

Regret,
I don't wish
to feel your burn.

Life, whisper me a story
but know that I'm too
old for empty words.

The deeper I dig
the deeper you get,
that much I know
but these bones ache now
when your cold winds blow.

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Time,
teach me
more than I think
I can learn.

Sacred cycles,
please slow
your turn.

Regret,
I don't wish
to feel your burn.

Universe,
it was you who
conspired cleverly
to place me
into this here, this now.

It's a place so ripe with
storied shadows, so
eager to speak their truths
even if people aren't
always so ready.

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Time,
teach me
more than I think
I can learn.

Sacred cycles,
please slow
your turn.

Regret,
I don't wish
to feel your burn.

Eric Vance Walton

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