What is in this seeking?
Why isn't it joy?
Christmas lights of Vienna
Making me cry
What's in this seeking?
Why am I at war?
Windmills of Amsterdam
Laughing at my scars
In the drunk streets of Milan
Is this seeking justified?
Holding my eyes from
Bleeding through the sky
And tomorrow it's Prague
Is this seeking a reward?
Hands to hold me right
That don't choke me
For burning bright.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2024 03:24
- Comment from author about the poem: On questioning, understanding and healing from narcissistic abuse. I've found some joy in writing this piece, from a distance.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Tremendous imagery. Powerful emotion.
Thanks alot, I am really happy to not feel as broken anymore as when I wrote this one...
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