I peer at you through borrowed glasses.
Inexplicably, I have left mine behind.
Magnification doesn’t bring you closer.
Rather, you are blurred. Out of focus,
Borrowed glasses
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Month: August 2020
ECLIPSE
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The tide, which has always, and reliably
ebbed and flowed,
assisted by the steady gravitational pull of the moon,
has gone out
and stayed out.
I’m knotted up inside
Knit one purl one
As panic starts to rise
Slip one drop one
Tears betray my eyes
Illusions
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I threw the dice today,
But the numbers didn’t stack up.
I forced you to be honest,
And now my heart is broken.
Childhood Memories
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What did I see, Mummy?
What did I hear?
I’ve lost my voice, Mummy,
I’m frozen by fear.
Seat of Trust
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I’m driving on the motorway,
When tension starts to rise,
My eyes are focused outwards,
While my inner child cries.