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DEAD!!!

2000hours 18-08-1929

Together we stood, Hands locked up
We were ready for all, Together I thought.
This is desert ,You probably realized
Yanked off your hands, And ran so far
You got to your new destination
Rubbed in my face, your luxury
It rained, It ‘sunned’
I stood in it, all alone and drew strength
I created a home for me
Passersby, visitors
I could smile to them all
Rain, Sun
I could laugh in both

 

1000hours 14-09-1929

Steps!!!
Closer, closer, closer
Are those your steps I hear?
Trying to bridge the gap?
The one you created?
Welcome!!!
I did not lose you, I let you go
My heart is a home for all
But the outer of it is the closest you can be
The soil said you dropped a tear
If only you knew
Now I don’t see you anymore
You unplugged the socket
With your own very insensitive hands
And to all you do,
I am dead.

◄ THE REAL YOU

Comments

Big Sal

Sat 7th Jul 2018 02:35

Powerful piece of emotion you've weaved into an equally powerful poem. Well done, I enjoyed reading it aloud.?

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