One day, he was there with great fanfare
One day, he was celebrated
One day, he was the savior
One day, he was a mystery
Then, he was outrunning the bloated air
Then, he was tolerated
Then, he curried your disfavor
No kowtowing
Then, he was relegated to another history
Prodded by your lies
Then, he was the scapegoat and reviled
Then, he just didn’t exist
Into thin air his essence went
Into thin air went all your troubles
And, then came his blessed freedom
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
Everything somehow ‘comes to dust’; I like your poem!! 🙂
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Nice thoughts!
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Heart breakingđź’”
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The story of one, and of all. May we all be remembered not for our actions, but our toughts.
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Hear hear!
Hoope your weekend is going well
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Love Or Death
Takes All Breath
A Vacation Same
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That’s the way of things isn’t it. Nicely done.
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Thanks.
Sadly but realistically, yes it is
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