Sunday, April 29, 2018

Twilight Road

 
 
Conversations with my inner self
Monologue with the soul
Riding on twilight road 
Second thoughts do creep
Reality a harsh master
Am I ready for tomorrow's dawn
 
Mortality rings true
A lifestyle an identity
Coming to halt
At the end of this road
The last load
Tinged with fear
Will I wake at sunrise
Not knowing who I am
 
 






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17 comments:

  1. Donna@LivingFromHappinessApril 29, 2018 at 9:40 AM

    Wow, this rings so true as we examine our lives and dreams and wonder if we will meet our own dreams and expectations. Really quite deep!

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  2. Kerry O'ConnorApril 29, 2018 at 9:43 AM

    You'd be surprised how often I fall asleep wondering this same thing.

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    1. revelationsApril 29, 2018 at 9:54 AM

      I didn't think I as the only one Kerry but I was never sure...

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyApril 29, 2018 at 10:05 AM

    I can see the miles unrolling along that twilight road.........and it is always a lovely gift, when our eyes open on another day. Smiles.

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  4. Gillena CoxApril 29, 2018 at 10:22 AM

    Good write Robert, those pertinent questions we ask ourselves are always there just before another new breath

    Happy Sunday

    Much love

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  5. annell4April 29, 2018 at 10:41 AM

    Do we ever know, exactly who we are? Can we answer all questions asked? Will the answer slip away, just before we wake? And then will we know who we are?

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  6. ZQApril 29, 2018 at 12:17 PM

    ...I suppose we have to stay awake : )
    ZQ

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  7. ayalaApril 29, 2018 at 12:37 PM

    I am sometimes afraid that I would lose my memories...and that is the scariest thought for me.

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  8. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 29, 2018 at 4:28 PM

    Oh yes, those long, lonely night rides are conducive to such reflections. Well evoked!

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  9. Vivian ZemsApril 29, 2018 at 4:29 PM

    Well penned. Inner monologues are quite revealing of our fears.

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  10. tonispencerApril 29, 2018 at 4:51 PM

    Reminds me if people diagnosed with dementia. Some days my mother would awaken remembering everything, other days was totally confused.

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  11. Wendy BourkeApril 29, 2018 at 5:10 PM

    A layered and very thoughtful metaphor. Awesome writing!

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  12. FireblossomApril 29, 2018 at 6:03 PM

    This puts me in mind of retirement and losing the identity of the job, and the structure it provided.

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    1. revelationsApril 30, 2018 at 8:19 AM

      I am going through the retirement withdrawal syndrome Fireblossom which prompted this piece...

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  13. brudbergApril 30, 2018 at 12:45 AM

    The risks we are taking when falling asleep... it's like falling in love or falling from cliffs... we never know how it ends.

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  14. ThotpurgeApril 30, 2018 at 1:42 AM

    Love the question at the end!

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  15. MaryApril 30, 2018 at 6:37 AM

    I think this poem speaks of the fears at the end of one's life. I think we all wonder what will happen after. I think we all hope that the sunrise on the 'other side' will be a beautiful one. I have faith that it will!

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