The paths within shadows are bitterly cold. That day is deceased, let it decay with all that is
old. Nothing is achieved by feeling hurt. The past has gone, leave it kicked, ripped, let it
dwindle. Say goodbye to a whole childhood swindle. It was a period for being tricked.
Futures are forever, run to inviting, exciting, play to tomorrow. Life is the bending longbow
pulling back the arrow. It is now the time to be a hero.
Poem by L. Sydney Abel
Image by Adam Strong
L. Sydney Abel is an author of psychological fiction and poetry. He was born and raised in Kingston upon Hull, England. His novel 12:07 The Sleeping is based on personal experience of sleep paralysis and his forthcoming book The Soul Spook continues this theme. He has also written and illustrated several children’s books and a Y/A novel Timothy Other: The boy who climbed Marzipan Mountain, the first in a series of three.
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