A Place He Never Really BelongedA Poem by PeteThe book has never been written which is to be accepted without any allowance. - ThoreauFootprints in the sand. Washed up on dry land. Should we strike up the band? Desperately dark canyons and caves. Inhabited by slaves. Remote chasms and schisms. Created in a black book of truisms. Lives chiseled in ancient tablets. Jackhammered and judged through substantial stone. A breakthrough was finally born. Emerging on the other side. The front row where he was too close and had been substantially wronged. Until he realized that it was in ... ... a place he never really belonged ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on February 3, 2019 Last Updated on February 10, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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