The Forge by John D. Robinson

The Forge by John D. Robinson

forge
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The Forge
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Afterwards we lay quiet,
catching our breath,
although we’d done
nothing wrong, we both
felt guilty for some
reason and we could
not let go of this
feeling but we knew
we had to,
there would be plenty
more to feel guilty
about:
I didn’t seek the life
I’ve led, it happened
along the way, I began
with no plans and as
we held onto one
another as youthful
lovers , we knew
life would be closing
in on us and forge us
into becoming
strangers.
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johnd d
John D. Robinson is a poet from the U.K.
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