Tony Jolley Poems
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The Story Of A Life Lost In The Telling
It didn’t look good, that barely recognisable reflection –
Didn’t look at all like it should.
I could barely make me out –
Appeared foreign to myself:
A stranger to all I considered and hoped I might be, might become.
I had caught me like this before
Out of the corner of my eye when I wasn’t looking
Yet always refused to pause
And enter into any painful dialogue with myself.
But not this time.
Not this time.
This time our eyes met: me and me.
The stranger looked, well… weary:
Care-worn and stooped under years of excess ...
The Answer's 'No'.
No where you are not there
No moment you are not present
No time you are not mine
No thought where you’re not sought
No step ever taken where you are forsaken
No single sensation:
No tears, no elation
No sleeping, no waking
No giving, no taking