What Might Once Have Been

Neville

What Might Once Have Been

 

Dear lord how I do despise myself

these days ..

The space I fill, of simply being me ..

Indeed all of

those lies, that lay now between us

plus all I once

loved, did feel, wonder and see ..

It seems all that

what surely was and truly, might now

well have just been

still, quiet and cruelly, nowt but a dream ..

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2022 13:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    Reality is but an illusion.....

    • Neville



      Your middle name aint Sartre is it DA ................................... but then, who knows, both of ya could be write 🙂

    • Fay Slimm.

      Retrospection can be fraught with regrets and when so aptly penned it helps us review the space we now fill - --- -- -such an arrestingly graphic read my friend............x

      • Neville



        thank you for being so gentle with me Fay ............................. x

      • myself and me

        What made you feel so?

        • Neville



          ................. if I knew that, I wouldn't hesitate to tell ya my friend, but for now, I'm gonna blame it on my imagination .......................... but thanks for the show of concern & of course, your visit is appreciated ... Neville

        • Christina8

          I'm wondering what made you feel such a way. And i think we all have those days of feeling like we are just filling space. Overall very sad but compelling. A wonderful read!

          • Neville


            Thank you Christina8 ... I think having an imagination & a full pen but knowing there's only so much time helped ..................................................... Oh' n thank you profusely petal ......... 🙂

          • L. B. Mek

            to doubt, so as to yearn - for
            just a spec of reassuring presence
            a darting reflection, dot of light
            upon life's bleak cave, walls..
            (I relate and by doing so
            feel a little bit more hollow, but
            in identifying and feeling that hollowness
            I empower myself, to fill it up
            with something more tangible..
            that's what potential you imbue
            with such poetic sincerity)
            therapy
            in teaching us to fish
            ourselves
            free of the disquiet seas of circumstance
            and mirage, interpretations
            of those warped, blind faith
            based, portrayals
            of external dependency, hope
            we inherited...
            (I for one, thank you
            dear Poet, Supreme!!!)

            • Neville



              Indeed, it is I who should thank you Mek .. and so I do and truly ................................ Neville



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