Under White Curtains

Could I be dreaming

In the face of waking life?

This drowsy existence

An addiction of some kind.

Could I feel the warm caresses

Of the candle in the dark?

Could I touch all of life’s vitality

Without the bite of pain in my heart?

Under white curtains, under white curtains.




Poetry by Sharanya Venkataraman
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Written on 2015-08-20 at 18:16

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Achingly beautiful.
2015-08-24