There are no colours,
Time weights my lids.
And soon I see nothing more than time.
If you do not hold me,
I will be cold.
If you are not near,
How will I tell you all these things that I think?
There are no thoughts,
Dreams fill my brain.
Soon I, incapable of reason, will be permanently lost.
If you are not there,
I will be cold.
If you do not want me,
What use, all these things that I think.
Yes. A beautiful poem.
Thank you Keith for commenting. ?
Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?
This was the last of the unrequited love poems.
I'm posting another friendship / self-esteem poem tomorrow.
After that... there's a new sub-theme coming!
A cry from the heart. A poem of anguish. Well composed.
Thank you for this
Keith
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Fri 23rd Apr 2021 15:22
Thank you Stephen for commenting ?
It is a thought of mine (though I may have heard similar elsewhere) that you have to go through a storm to find out what survives a storm.
And one of the answers, I now realise, is poetry.