As people, we have feelings inside we so want to share... sometimes we get lucky and another's hand finds ours ...sometimes we don't get as lucky and we share our dark as best we can - as only we can.
I wander life tasting each breath - looking looking so hard wishing wishing for fingertips,
dreaming of a voice -
speaking so soft and warm, and seeing so many - so many smiles that aren't mine nor meant for me ...and I don't cry
...don't cry...
I just wish all the more and walk a bit more ...slowly, into my sunset.
Your poem evokes an echo in me! We have feeling so we want to share... Wandering.... tasting... wishing... dreaming without crying... I love this one Chris:
Yet another fine write I have witness by you, this speaks volumes about your skill as a writer. I like the fact that I never know by the title which direction you are going to go with something.
As you know already, I love this. You are very talented. Paint me another picture will you. One of which you have experience love..... The kind that leaves you breathless, longing, and burns so deep within you that it can never quenched, except by her. The one person that sends you world spinning in all directions with one touch.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..