Miles Away (A Poem)

Miles away, we become,

When we’re lost enough to defend

The accumulation of memories,

Time spent practising how to pretend.

We think we’re being true,

When thinking proves it’s false;

To know who we are is to see a nothing,

That mirrors a nothing, of course.

We must remember when we have lost our way,

When we’re coming on way too strong,

Because if we really think we’re someone at all,

We might want to consider we’re wrong.


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Published by Gavin Whyte

I am the author of the modern-day fables The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair, and Happiness & Honey, plus several other works of fiction.

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