I have managed to abandon the City yet again but there it is; the point that rankles, a sharp needle stuck in my side as I walk, the fact that I have done this before, that I am doing it again.
I rarely think about my former existence, but I remember now how my past life had also been filled with repetition. But the rituals then had been more intimate and my connection with the places I frequented much more deeply ingrained and that these places had been rife with memories.
I wonder, is this what I am running from, am I trying to forget, to not feel this deeper connection. Drawing to a halt, I turn away from the busy road and, gazing out across the open fields, I realise that, if so, then I have failed.
by MARK RENNEY
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Thank you Tati and Tony for featuring my work on your site. It really does mean a lot.
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We admire your work a great deal, Mark. Please never stop writing! 🙂
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This poem was deeply felt! Thanks for sharing it.
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Mark is truly an exceptional writer that we look up to, so it’s been a privilege to feature him here. Thank you so much for admiring his efforts with us, Susan! 🙂
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