I Forget

 

I haven’t seen a Mole for years, or a Lugworm

Not heard the Creeping Still of Night,

Or felt the Diamond Cold of Sea

 

I’m certain those Creatures still exist

And Seas are Sharp as ever were,

It seems I am Becalmed Adrift

 

I hear the wind out where I am

I feel the Sun it’s Warmth and Shade,

I see Faces Wither cruelly, Loved, Unloved

 

I haven’t truly shed a Tear beyond my own Regret,

And yet I sense I once knew Love

Or maybe I Forget.

 

◄ Upon the Marsh

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Massoud

Thu 29th Sep 2022 17:07

Thank you Adam, a compliment I struggle to be worthy of but am very appreciative of.

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Adam Whitworth

Thu 29th Sep 2022 11:47

Superb work. Let everyone read and applaud.
Puts me in mind of Satre somehow.

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