The ProcessA Poem by tiajamFirst draft.
Exact same process again.
We stand, I stand we walk, I stand then fall. I'm on the ground and your head, your face not to be seen, too filled with anger to see. Look, actually look, I'm on the ground and I'm stuck and I can't move and your walking not stopping, your face not to be seen and I'm pleading, pleading with myself. Further and Further, you stand but you're still moving away clawing and screaming, silent cries, clinging on to what? Clinging to transparency, clinging to memories, of who, me you?
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1 Review Added on March 9, 2016 Last Updated on March 9, 2016 AuthortiajamUnited KingdomAbout18, enjoy exploring the human mind and fantasy possibilities in my writing. (amateur) more..Writing
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