Windswept sky,
The ceiling distorts.
Clouds stretch out and skew.
I bide my time waiting for halflife,
as radio active feelings
bleach with barren truth.
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Author:
ExistentialSarah (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Emotions have this way of staying with me sometimes.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I found these words by chance and am now, so very glad I did.. cheers... Neville
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