A completely fanciful poem, imagining what it might be like.
FROM OUTSIDE THE FOG
In every place I've been
I sense the emptiness
It's all that can be seen
Inside this fog of sadness.
It is like an empty room
Where aged sounds echo
Where your heart went BOOM
At the moment of your get-go.
But still I haunt my time
And feel the tears that fall
On cheeks that are not mine
And feel what they recall:
The shelf i once repaired
The books I nearly read;
My ashes still unaired;
Things I might have said;
My razor blunt and dry;
A wardrobe full of dreams;
A shirt and matching tie.
A drawer of healing creams...
Some supplements for life;
Laughter that has transpired;
Symbols of living strife
Before my time expired.
© Griffonner 2024
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2024-09-26 at 10:18
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