Lost in black, dark wisps of smoke
Sealed in [hidden] places
And still you poke
See my reflection|noitcelfer in the well of tears
Wash away all the pain I can bear
And with it, you go along
Not because I want to
But I have to move on.
I’m presently taking part in WordPress’s Writing 201: Poetry Class and this is my entry for Day 5. Today’s prompt was “Fog”. Found myself thinking about one of the most painful losses in my life and its fading memories.
How do you relate with the loss of something/someone dear to you? Try to put it into words in the comments section. I’d so love to hear from you today.
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