I am a paper man.
Written on, rejected and recycled
I carry only weight of pen strokes
Invisible intent they promise
I am vulnerable to the wind
Slave to the currents
Flammable
Blown about tossed aside ashes scattered
Unwanted love is a disease
A curse of the mind
Unable to shake the feeling
And a slave to unwelcome emotion
I merely exist
Trudging through my days
Each strung loosely together
By the empty promise of tomorrow
Daily I face the ghosts
Spectral memories
Haunting the corridors of my life
Regret failed hope indecision and apathy
I am a paper man.
Written on, recycled and reposed.
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