Short poem about a life long ago…

The journey may take time.

When it became inevitable breakup, loneliness becomes extraordinary intimacy, and the wounds became inspiration.

A ballad, not unlike the kind Robert Service wrote about the Yukon Territory in Canada.
It is the story of revenge on the Arctic trails, and of hate that burns in a man’s mind until all else is meaningless.
it is also the story of a woman’s view of being scorned.
Thank you,
Rick Mortimer.

Dark shadows creeping,
The sun enveloped
Within menacing shrouds
Of imminent gloom….

A oneside conversation, overheard on the train (this is fictional).

You needed to be stopped in your tracks.

Sorrow is something we all experience at one point or another.

An addiction to anything is bad.

How many possibilities are there?