Bright

Alan R

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

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline 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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  • Thomas W Case

    Tremendous imagery. Powerful emotion.

  • Alan R

    Thanks alot, I am really happy to not feel as broken anymore as when I wrote this one...



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