Artifacts

When I pull away
and look back at the artifacts
the remnants and fabric
of the life I’m leaving behind on the ground
I see a sad combination of
the hope & promise of life
I was sure would continue
mixed with the property of no purpose
and the wonder of why did I bother.

~ cj 2011.01.08

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