Originally, I wanted to use a photo that had someone walking down a street like this. Used this photo instead. Then I wrote the poem and realized I had no right to impose it on that poor stranger, unrecognizable as they were.
Evening Motivation
Passed
and caught up
again
to self.
Cold road
is your
solitary
You win
at losing,
can't help
unsucceed.
Mistakes
cherished,
a only
possession.
Loss and
loss is
sign of growth,
sad sexy giant.
Shade looms
in moon,
helps all
forget theirs.
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