IN BETWEEN
The touching,
The seeing,
The experience.
The pushing,
The pulling,
The unbrokenness.
The taking,
The leaving,
The nonexistence.
The going out,
The coming in,
The existence.
The wounding,
The healing,
The immortality.
The living,
The being,
The eternity.
REACHING
The leaves are all
Fallen. Finally, October
Has ended. Nothing
Good has ever come
From that month,
And I escaped
Unscathed
This time. Or so
I thought. But
Now October
Has grown arms,
And it can reach
Me here. In
The safety of November
The memories return.
Why? Where will
I find peace?
And when will I
Be freed from this
Past nightmare?
Where do I go to
Hide from my
Own soul? Can
It be done when the past
Refuses to die?
1 comment:
i like them a lot. the first one is so simple and lovely
the second one is a gem. good work.
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