Not a word can describe the feeling
that controls a person’s body.
Not a million pages,
nor a path a thousand miles,
filled with books and letters
and ink that hasn’t yet dried.
Not the largest oceans
with their deepest, darkest secrets.
Not the rivers and streams
that swallow villages whole.
A feeling that can’t be described,
even with two worlds combined.
A feeling
that is now called home.
Offline)
Comments1
Science still has not been able to unravel the issue of consciousness and the perception of being. I hear it here well done
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.