Poem -

If We Could Be There

If We Could Be There

Β Blue Skies
diversionΒ 
to my pain

SilentΒ 
voices
scream

Echoes
smother
words
that
cannot
be heard

Hell's
rain
black
with toxin

designed
to intimidate
the
senses

Take a step back and think.....

If we couldΒ 
be there

You holding
my hand

Like a toddler
with no
worry in the
world
As your strong
handΒ 
grasps mine

If we could be there

Where green fields
conquer
a cold steel rail
Β 
A cool breeze
swallows
hot air

An Ocean
replaces
the fish bowl

Leaving our souls
to scatter
freely in a
never ending
Great Deep

Searching peacefully

For the Octopus's garden
where
shelter from
the storm
becomesΒ 
a secretΒ 
hide away
from
fear
sadness
reality

Knowing youΒ 
still exist
somewhere
if not just
in my dreams

I wish my wordsΒ 
had came
outΒ 
the last time
we spoke

Maybe then
the spirit
could long
for the
question
to

If we could be there....

Β 

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Being Me

I think there are always times in people's lives where they wish they could be "back" in a time that gave them great comfort or happiness or security. This poem is a really good reflection on that. To be back with someone who meant the world to you.... WAS the world to you. Great words, Greg x

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