Drifting, wander, aimless desire
Left or right, down or higher?
Nothingness, just a blank space ahead
Feeling bare inside, am I going crazy in the head?
No one to see, no sound, nothing said
Nothing to do, no TV or books to be read
Thoughts are still allowed, luckily
Really the only ones for my company.
As I gaze up into the distant ball with green land and blue sea,
Will I one day feel the drip of pretty rain, and breath of the calm breeze?
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YOU ARE READING
From Ink to Wonder
PoetryInk filling the cracks of the paper, to become a phrase. To become a lesson. To become a meaning. To become a crafted work of art.
