On the outskirts of a sadness
otherworldly that casts one
into the mould of observer,
a mere overseer of self
who's no longer tethered
to the entity observed,
the very entity that can
no longer be embraced
as one and the same,
no matter how congenially
the arms are outrstretched.
Deep deep deep and thought- provoking. Thanks, Holden.
Fri 31st Dec 2021 02:09
Thank you for the kind comments, Moonlight, Kishore, and Stephen, they are greatly appreciated! 😊
A fascinating, mysterious poem.
Beautiful
Deep and dark. Intriguing 🎓
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Holden Moncrieff
Sat 1st Jan 2022 20:59
Thank you so much, John! 😊