You're there, so close
I'm reaching
You're in my grasp
You're slipping
I'm holding tight
Not tight enough
Land far below
Too far
You're falling
I'm screaming
You're silent
You're watching
I'm breathless
You're betrayed
No time
To save you
I'm waking up
To the relief of knowing
It was just a dream.
Posted in response to the challenge Out.
A day as grey as
the clouds above it
And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light
with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence
If life is full of the little things
like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend
then I have nothing to look forward to
because there is good in every day.
Dear Mother,
I have missed you these past few months.
Where did you go?
I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls.
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