When I Was Alive

Forty-something, worn out, stressed, forgotten, forgot, lamenting a time when he was not

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Forty-something, worn out, stressed, forgotten, forgot, lamenting a time when he was not

You may find my poetry in various places on Medium and around the web. However, The Reflectionist is the one place you will find all my work. Many thanks for visiting.

Furrowed brow, vacant stare

Mind focused, yet unaware

Knuckles tig…