Johnny walker

Johnny walker short poem

Transient is the word

am neither here nor there

don’t feel this nor that

neither cold nor warm.

Traversing through the spectrum

and yet not latching on,

bygones are bygones

learning to look forward.

Nothing to look back at

caught  between dusk and twilight

waiting for night to arrive and soothe.

The mess I created for myself

was of no consequence,

people I revered

don’t deserve a mention.

Past well buried

doesn’t haunt anymore,

present far from content

but not sad.

I walk on, again

learning my lessons well..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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