lostA Poem by highonwordslost, nothing scurrying, up my head, down my spine, i room in a hut, shelling corn, a portrait of an island, silver-framed the sand-coated air, winnowing strands of hair, around my face, i am wearing nothing, except these, a string of sea-shells, leaves i am aching for something new to surround me more than the agony of this place, divided from my heart, the first passenger to leave me, since i came, the last time i saw the harbor stretch and sweep the sky is the only thing real to me now, if i could return to you, my city would you become less real, more shadow, swallowing the streets would you last with me in the sun? © 2016 highonwords |
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Added on March 21, 2016 Last Updated on March 21, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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