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I’m Alone

With only my memories… 

I sit alone on the hill

and watch the sunset…

Faces float by in surreal silence

And, In words

only I can hear,

each tells a story of My life,

unadorned with gratuitous Words

of praise and solicitude…

With each face, 

  With each story,

I know where I have failed and

Corrupted my own existence.

On the still sultry air,

I hear ‘could have been’ echoes

Through the lonely caverns

Of my soul.

I sit alone

as the Sun hastens

The night

and the demons 

Of regret and remorse.

A Life so frivolously wasted

On Wanderlust and Longing.

So it must be

that a life be lived

In such disarray

no matterThe Cause…

For it is fodder

for theFools to come.


@Billy Ray Chitwood – April 29, 2016-RW


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14 comments on “I’m Alone

  1. Great poem, Billy Ray, though full of regret. The last lines are fabulous.

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    1. Oh, yes, I have regrets – from many edges! I use it in my writing. The poem was written in 2016, very likely after too many cocktails. Life has been good! I just ‘whine’ occasionally! All good things to you and yours… ♥

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  2. eden baylee says:

    Well written Billy Ray, sad though …. still, it’s worth observing the sadness as the opposite of happiness. 😉

    You can’t know one without the other, right? xox


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    1. So true, dear Eden! Life is good! ‘Regrets, I’ve had a few! too few to mention’… You make a good point, happiness is better assessed with a few regrets…also helps in writing! xox

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  3. Gwen Plano says:

    This is a powerful poem, Billy Ray. For us retired folks, we look back and wonder, “what if” or “If only” or so many other possibilities. It seems we question until we are able to let it go. Blessings to you.

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    1. Thank you, dear Gwen. Regrets make happiness taste sweeter! Also helps us methinks in our writing! My very best to you – and glad you’re home safely from the wedding of your son! ♥♥♥

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  4. Vashti Q says:

    Your poem reads like a description of a soul in purgatory. It’s poignant and powerful. Good one.😊

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    1. Thanks, Vashti. Good observation! Great week to you… ♥

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      1. Vashti Q says:

        Thank you, my friend. Great week to you too. ❤

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      2. Thanks, dear Vashti! ♥

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  5. This is a terrific poem, Billy Ray.

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    1. Thanks so much, dear Robbie. Enjoy the weekend coming up 1 ♥♥♥

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  6. Poignant, yet lovely. Nicely done, Billy Ray. Hugs.

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    1. Thank you, Teagan. I’m honored with your comment! ♥

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