THEN SUDDENLY
It seems to me,Or so I believe.
That a life like mine,
Is so ill conceived.
I try to write,
To do my thing.
Have to close my eyes,
As they begin to sting.
And in my mind I feel,
The coldness of space.
Where all my fear and dreams,
Have become interlaced.
Then suddenly
I can feel the summer breeze,
My poetic mind craves release.
I feel the live earth below myself,
Slowly as it beats and breaths.
I open my eyes it's a wondrous sight,
The sun beats down though cloudy skies.
Leaving a coloured blue peeping through,
Spider's in my eyes no longer bother me.
As finally I sit down and start to write.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-07-11 at 00:11
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