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As far as I can get away from me.
by Robin PattersonEyes closed. Relaxed. A cool wind blows. Cocooning my body. I am lifted. Invisible.
Surrounded. Safe.
Trusting. I become the wind. Drift and glide. Deeper still. Oneness.
Silence. Lost in its calm.
Uncertain. I pull away. Confused. Uncomfortable. Awareness suspends me. Interrupts.
Eyes open. I sink. Alone.
12/26/2005 Posted on 12/27/2005
Copyright © 2024 Robin Patterson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 01/07/06 at 05:05 PM This is a great piece, so honest in it's portrayal. I like how you've structured the poem, breaking the rules! Lovely, stay beautiful xoxoxox |
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