Poem -
NOT MINE
There are colours all around me
They flash through my day
Vaguely noticed, never felt
They are not mine
Not mine
There are sound fragments
floating
Here, there and... there, I never
hear them
Not really
They are not mine
Not mine
Yet,
When the moon calls at
midnight
I always hear his lost voice
Feel the stars pull me upwards
And it's my choice...
My choice
To go
M P 25/11/21
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Comments
Beautifully penned Marion. I sensed a detachment to life, and a deep desire to just become lost in those dream states that indulge us with glimpses of those lost, who we love dearly. So much love and sadness here my friend
Hugs ❤️
Thanks love ❤
Otherworldly Marion, such a poem of emotions, freedom, escape, or simply the need to be rid of reality. I`m pinning this one.
Thanks so much Max x