when doors slide shut
find me
through dimming light
sight me
though scissored nerves
sense me
while shutting down
scan me
and see
find me
through dimming light
sight me
though scissored nerves
sense me
while shutting down
scan me
and see
- To Whom it May Concern -
- Carolina Z
- Brasil, Germany
- Occasionally disoriented, infrequently beautiful, hopelessly romantic, prevalently overrated, normally misunderstood, mother of two and always searching.
Crowned With Laurels
1 comment:
Very beautiful poem. Well done. But why such a tone of passiveness? why are you waiting to be seen, found and sensed?
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