away from my heart
a poem about missing someone
each day passes slower than time
each dream places your hand in mine
each whisper is soft but ever so clear
each day long, but closer to near
each minute waisted
each second gone
I have been away from my heart much too long
I still feel its heartbeat, but it's not the same
distance is all I have left to blame
slowly but surely I'll have it again
but until then, I'm empty within.
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The poem above I wrote on April 7th, 1999. Exploring poetry from my younger years and now putting it out there is turning into a fun experience. I have also associated photography from my collection with them. I picked the picture above of a lone red leaf that had fallen to the ground and was lying among leaves of green. The contrast of being singled out struck me.
Authors Note: Thanks for reading, commenting, and sharing. My writing is a part of my healing process. I am a broken spirit, a fallen sinner, but I am a forgiven child of God. That is why I share my vulnerable heart with all. Thank you for your support.
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Nagoh Creative (Greg)
Writer, Poet, Astronomer, Photographer & Encourager. I am on a road of life recovery and sharing my journey with words and art. Most importantly, I am a forgiven Child of God, Husband, Father, & friend. All work is my own, & God's Glory.
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