Was it a dream
All of it
The torture
The flight
The distance
My first brush with death
Or was it
Just a continuation
Just a condition
Just a pattern
Where is the evidence
Any of it
My family
My past
My hope
The rains have ceased
It's quiet
Too silent
Too hollow
Too certain
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Comments1
wonderfully creative
even morbidity, can inspire
such enticing, artistry..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks. I think I was having an age-induced questioning moment.
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