Words are said and promises are made
Hopes are given while a foundation is laid
Then along comes life and things get lost
You never take a moment to count the cost
When you finally attempt to catch you breath
All you see in that second is the wake of death
Of all you once held close, that you once held dear
And you realize that it’s no where close, not even near
To where you wanted to go, who you wanted to be
And you find yourself fallen down upon your knees
Everything you could say to make it right has been spoken
All that is left are the shattered pieces of your life…
Broken.
Thoughts from the Front 
Todd, dude … Did someone put your treasured teddy bear in another hangman’s noose ???? Wow !!!
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Actually, it’s a teddy rabbit. His name is Herman. And no, this is a poem I wrote about 5 years ago while going through a pretty screwed up part of my life. Hrm, in retrospect, I seem to have a lot of those.
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It’s all good. Rabbits work just as well. Although it helps if they are visible for all to see. Yes ??
Traps of the mind are traps for your consciousness.
As long as you are learning and growing from the past and not just being lead from one trap to the next … it’s all good.
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