I’m here, and I’m not here. I shouldn’t be here at all… I’m blinking and fading in and out of existence…
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I’m here, and I’m not here. I shouldn’t be here at all… I’m blinking and fading in and out of existence…
Night calls me to bed
The promise of snow lingers
Most unwelcome guest
11:59 pm
Opening eyes to
Another morning unchanged
Sunlight falls tepid
The quieter I become
The further I withdraw
Fading from my own view
…
…I could have gone so much further
Could have taught myself so many things
When the world opened to me
When I could finally reach the lessons
…
Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
Isn’t it funny sometimes, the things that our brain decides to retain for us, without our conscious choosing?
Our first convention, I forget the exact year but it was at least two decades ago…
“If I am worth anything later, then I’m worth something now.”
— Someone, somewhere, some time.
Simmering envy
Seeing others bravery
Fearfully, I live
Lay down your head
On foreign pillows
You spirited traveller, you!