Beautiful poem worth noting and remembering…
When day returns
like something never reached
on the air.
let me speak
from my dream
of her eyes
I so wanted
behind their clouds.)
Let me sing
to the lungs.
(Above is a piece based on poetry written aged 23.
I’ve felt unable to create poems, lately, due to illness.
Hope you think it works?)
(Below is a prelude to this post…)
After logging in, unfamiliar sights transfixed me.
Waves of anxiety coursed through my body.
What was happening?
The screen now resembled a strange, alien puzzle.
A digital nightmare began.
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