looking back
at broken skies
soft unspoken
where’s and whys
capriciously distant
abstract lies
looking again
for tomorrows sighs
looking back
at forgotten highs
this chilling hindsight
a moment wise
the mood i often
see in my eyes
but only when
i refuse my disguise
only then can
i fully realise
the here and now
i must utilise
and that it comes
as no surprise
i know the volume
but not the size
only parts of me
can sympathise
with this pain i try
to vocalise
when all i wish
is to minimise
lend not mend
or jeopardise
the thrill inevitably
outweighs the prize
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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