A Poem byCoyote Poetry
Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace.
Alone in the darkness..
The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many parts. We can be soldiers, lover, abusers and takers.
Sweet Peggy called me and requested me to come to her home. She was alone and scared. In the many years of knowing her. I watched her grow from a carefree young woman to a drinking and desperate woman who confused lust with love.
Once we danced like free and content children. The world was ours to take. We were fearless and unbounded by the the challenges of our world. Today Peggy sat with booze and small dreams. She lost her great dreams upon the confusion of wrong turns and wanting too much.
She tried to blame everyone around her. I saw in her eyes. She knew she…
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C. T. Suddeth 
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