Wandering
I like to let my mind wander,
let it contemplate and ponder,
past the unanswered questions,
by all the forgotten suggestions,
over the memories bridge,
further than intellects faded ridge,
to a hurtful but protected thought,
the one that makes me distraught.
The one thing I feared the worst,
you dying and being buried first.
I often let my mind wander,
to that one thing I often ponder,
never to be lost to my mind,
why was I left alone behind?
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: nothing to say. I am wandering.
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Comments2
Excellent
A thought that occurs to many and yet, eccept in rare cases, one always goes first. A poem with a haunting feel
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