Lying back, closing
my eyes I sense the clouds float
across my vision:
a whirlpool of thoughts -
an internal storm or gale -
a tempest within.
Discharged from this life,
I find it's not so simple
to escape the past.
Serenity. Hope.
A longing for acceptance
in all our friendships.
Forgiveness. Belief
that we can learn from mistakes
that we keep making.
Lay here, I open
my eyes and see the sun burst,
blinding my vision.
Literary killings: I am literally penning a poem every week for a year. Inspiration is taken from various poets (see labels on each poem).
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