It Amazes Me

In all honesty

It amazes me

How well I can hide reality

Almost to the point

Where I forget it's even there

The uncanny ability I posses

Can fool even the most intelligent

It's almost a gift really

and as with all gifts

There accompanies a price

Every now and again

Varying from weeks to months

(but always on a Tuesday)

A subtle but sharp pull gravitates my body, 

Specifically, an outstretched hand grasps the sliver

Small slender frame that contains

A memory from my past

Carefully captured through a single lens

I remember the struggle to fit everyone on the couch

and the complaints from those

Who had to scrunch down in front

After brief mistakes and technical difficulties

This particular shot was saved

Seven faces smiling back at me'

Only a thin slate of glass between

You and my fingertip

It amazes me

That we all hid our fears that day

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

A beautiful and powerful poem about friendship, the loss of due to tragedy and the thoughts that follow life's chain of unfortunate events. Your ink is clear, emotionally charged and brings across images and feelings with ease.

Great Ink!
Wolfie