30th December, 2016.
Something off my mind, nothing serious…
‘You are absent, away somewhere,
You are here, right in front of me,
As I write.
Marked with trivial errors that I made,
I look back, only to find more pages
devoted to you.
I showed some, I hid more,
Afraid I’ll hurt you with the inked scars.
You still aren’t here, absent, somewhere away,
You are here as I struggle through words,
Words which always eluded me,
Ending in single stanzas.
As my scars grew in population,
The pages devoted to you came accordingly,
Like victims seeking refuge
In your still storms.
You are absent, away,
Somewhere,
You are here yet,
In my poem
Creating second stanzas.’
have a good year people!
Love!
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