hands

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hands

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the back of my neck
feels breath being thrown and blown
but when i turn around, no one is there
but not seeing a being doesn't mean that i'm alone
 
have the bad guys broken in
are the old boys reuniting like lightning
and spilling right into my nightmares

if so
can you wake me up
please wake me up

have i achieved a level of loneliness
where every setting sun is worse that the last one

have i received the appropriate preparation
to calm my apparent apparitions
am i just filthy

i place my hand on the back of my neck
and i can almost swear
that someone's cold hand
is already there
            

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cheronld commented on hands

01-25-2017

Wow....that felt way too comfortable to read and relate with....."are the old boys reuniting like lightning and spilling right into my nightmares"....those words put a feeling I've had into focus....I love your shadows....Cher

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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i lost her 4
home 2
observations in random rows 3
these days 1
music and dreams 3
point blank 5
the gift 2
breathing love 6
position 8
name 5
one 3
companion 2
beware 4
this ( for annie ) 3