No Choice – a poem by William Fogarty

No Choice

I have—for many years—
fallen in love with phantoms—
enamored—of morning dew—
shuddering—at impermanence.

Grabbing a fistful—
It slickly slips—
through my fingers.

Inevitably I return—
to reddening leaves—
the ground of life—
the Bodhi Tree…

William Fogarty is a practitioner of Tibetan Buddhism, Roman Catholicism, and Energy Mastery. He is also an aspiring English and Italian Language poet. He currently lives in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. You can view more of his self-published work at

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