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Category: Poetry

East

pink fire burns the horizon,
push the pace -
                             more speed
home is waiting
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Posted on February 7, 2020February 7, 2020Author wandererCategories PoetryLeave a comment on East

Seeing

what's essential lies beneath -

you saw behind the mask -
               the only one

then in a moment,
                 you went blind -

                                            now I am adrift
                    without your anchor -

why can't you see me?

I'm drowning
here before you.
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Posted on February 3, 2020February 3, 2020Author zpotterCategories PoetryLeave a comment on Seeing

Therefore I Am

because I don't want to think -
tired of asking why -
I pour another glass,
knowing how poor
I'll be for the effort,
still I seek what
I've missed
in the liquid 
bottom of the glass;

life is fluid,
so I feel nothing -
the desired effect -
I am empty;
no hurt
no love
simply, I am,
but I don't want to think.
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Posted on January 24, 2020January 31, 2020Author zpotterCategories PoetryLeave a comment on Therefore I Am

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