Sometimes my body doesn’t feel like home anymore
And I wish I could disappear into thin air
Leave without a word to a place
Where there is no sadness or heartbreak
Sometimes my mind is poisoned
The long black tentacles of madness
Blinding my thoughts and killing the joy
Pushing me into the soft arms of sorrow
Sometimes I don’t recognise the reflection in the mirror
My fingers slowly examining every curve of the unknown face
Uncertainty reflecting in the strange eyes
Looking around for a piece of explanation
Sometimes the light doesn’t get in through a curtain
And the room decays in the darkness
Strangled by my own cries
I let the silence violently surround me
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The Moon is Full of Drama
I have been taking pictures of the moon for almost 20 years now. That's a long time in photography years. (What are photography years? That will have to be a whole other article). So the statement I am making is, why is the moon full of drama? I guess my reverse question to you is, how could it not be? Look at the picture above for example, this image screams “I am ready for a night out on the town” It has glitz and glam and all the makings for an evening of fun. I took this image as a few different shots, some out of focus of the stars, and then of the moon, blended to give you a feel of depth. It is a fun little photography trick.
By Nagoh Creative (Greg)5 days ago in Photography
Comments (1)
Your poem has a deep meaning. And I get the sense from this poem that loneliness, solitude and sadness are intertwined. But, all three can strengthen each other if they know each other well :)