Small town nobody.
Never gonna be,
never really cared.
Bought a ticket to LA,
never got on that Greyhound.
Wasted days
and wasted nights.
Sometimes,
that old forty-five
spins on the record player
for a couple of days.
Life is hard to let go
when you’ve got regrets,
that’s just how it goes.
The seasons come
and the seasons go.
There’s so much more that you could know,
but you’re already turning back
to that old place
you started at.
So afraid to make the way.
Prayers go out when word gets around,
you were found on the ground,
guess you found another way out,
but what a way to go.
You’ll always be remembered
as a small town kid,
but not very much more.
You left your dreams
in a California sunrise
that you never got to see.
HG – 2018
Deep
Thank you for reading it and for commenting! What did you find that gave this piece depth?
You’re welcome. All of it, particularly the end. It reminds me of something I wrote the other day about how fear, whether it be if greatness or of failure can keep us stagnant. I think I were it yesterday, lol 🤔 I believe a lot of us fear dying unknown and alone, but we often don’t do anything to avoid it. It’s something I currently battle with.
Well, now that we’ve shared it, we’re not alone.
True 😊