In the haze, lost
there are the memories,
it's so hard to find them
when you are close
of permanent absence.
Smells, joys, tears
stagnant in the brain,
tirelessly search
return me
the life that is leaving me.
I have an old soul
that invades the external structure
of this thing that wanders
aimless on earth.
I am a ruminant entity
a flat chair,
an empty space.
©Perla Pulido P.
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Author:
Perla Pulido P. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Wow! Beautifully reflective. Take a bow and shine bright🌟🌟🌟🌹😊✌🕊
Thank you very much, lovely comment.
I know of this feeling well, brilliantly done. Thank you for sharing
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