Is he here or is he there?
Maybe he has crossed over to nowhere
How would he know?
How would he tell?
Would his reflection
Disappear from a mirror
Like a vampire?
Would he smell even older than he is?
This dreadful feeling is hard
For him to bear.
Not knowing when
Or how
Or where
He really needs
To be somewhere
But the problem is
He doesn’t know where
And he has nobody left
Who really cares.
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

This poem is very good, Walt.
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Thank you 🌝
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Never feel alone Walt, home or away there is always a presence close by.
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Thanks Chris.
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Welcome anytime
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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What a sad ending! Good job though.
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Masterful word play.
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