Mental Health
The Ones Who Couldn’t Stay
I can still hear the words you speak when the west wind whispers through the trees. Sometimes it happens so suddenly that it steals the breath from my lungs, like the world itself forgets I am still trying to survive inside it. A breeze moves through the evergreens, and for one impossible, devastating second, everything stops being what it is now and becomes what it used to be. The branches sway, the needles tremble, and somewhere inside that soft, aching rustling sound, I hear you.
By Zakari Runge3 months ago in Poets
Cloud of Unknowing
The fog, always surrounding Perpetual blindness, it remains Reaching for that holding hand For anything, a last substance The mist roams all around Blocking, stopping the rays The damp, hard, something cold Heavy within, never without Forever it lasts, so regardless Just a step, a thousand strides Falling behind, too far ahead Home is where I've never been Rest is lost in the pouring rain Crashing waves that never surrender Return, walk back to the new The storm rages on, welcomed.
By Jean-François Lamothe3 months ago in Poets
