In the midst of death
Stood a lost detached spirit
Heart bursting asunder
Wanting to reach out
The distance seperated the moment
Frozen in time left yearning
All that might have been
Condemned to eternity
A sickness from vertigo
Destabilising a sense of being
Clutching at the now
fractured from the whole
I wanted to lay down
to steady the senses
To reset the balance
And earth me to the ground
the realisation in stepping back
Going inside blocking it out
that split in reality
which harbours growth
Moving through a place of darkness
Light sometimes breaking in
Giving food to the soul
Illuminating the road
In all our days, trials.
Tribulations we do not need to hold
Yet we surround ourselves
With aching memories that bind us to sorrow.
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2025 17:31
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Comments2
So true that we hold onto past garbage that would be better ejected but remains protected. Some sad memories of the past better left in the grave. Well stated
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It is not a good thing to hang on to and remember everything that has happened, enjoyed the read
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