I'm not here
I'm already gone.
It's the saddest of sights-
I don't know where it is, I'm from.
I didn't need words to walk this land.
All inspirations inspired
From the softest brush of your hand,
On mine.
And if I say I never Loved you.
I'd be lying.
I'm the lonesom wanderer,
They all frown upon.
I'm not here
I'm already gone.
6 comments:
wonderful..I do not know how you do it, but each poem is from your heart but touches so many.
Really deep poem. Like asking as I ask very often am I really here? And why are the people who should be noticing me not lol
Thankyou for your comments, I really appreciate any feedback. And Doubtfulpoet it's good to know other people are asking the same questions as myself :)
thats lovely James ..it should be in a song!!
Amazing talent xxx
Amazing talent xxx
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