So he moves,
Rushing water; a stream -
New love.
Future life -
Maybe a wife?
Who knows.
I? Me?
Stagnant water; dying lilly
In the pond of life,
Always dying,
Left behind.
Green to brown,
Left with a frown.
Water won't cleanse me
Or release me,
For my water stays still,
Always will?
Unmoved?
2 comments:
well written.
Although I do hope that isn't actually your current frame of mind.
You need to get into the flow then and feel like you are not left behind.
Thanks!
My frame of mind swings back and forth regarding the poem content...long story really. I guess it's when you feel like a part of you is missing.. ;-) Thanks for the kind words
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