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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1084527
A poem about finding yourself when you have lost a great love.
Drift
Below the clouds
Higher than my love for love

Everything stops at my feet
I do not have all the answers

Crawl
It suits me better
Flying on the wagon of my sanity
I have none

Farthest from me
I see
everyone’s gone
In deed to be you, not me
Would be my heaven

Drifting in to a comfort
That which loneliness has given me
I am okay.
I am okay.
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