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What a Waste

A moment teetering; between pity & loathing 
A moment to reflect 
A moment watching 

A moment  I could control; just out of reach
A moment to assemble words
A moment of slurred speech 

A moment to hold a hand; to say I care
A moment to whisper lets go fuck
A moment to giggle n stare

A moment I knew was there; a certain clarity
A moment I didn't take 
A moment near an event horizon; lasts an eternity

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Jeff

Thu 19th Jan 2017 21:23

Thanks for the comments guys & there is always a new start.....never give up! Jeff

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Raj Ferds

Tue 17th Jan 2017 10:53

The way I look at it Jeff, it's moments that matter. Each moment opening the door to other moments, like a series of endless doors. Infinite.

I call it The Power of Now.

Raj

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Paul Waring

Mon 16th Jan 2017 21:57

I like this poem Jeff, there's lot to ponder in it about regret, hesitation, contemplation and just getting on and living. As they say, our lives are just a series of moments....Paul

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