Sitting here Inside myself Looking out To a world I don't know Anymore Did I ever I ask myself In my mind Is this a dream Am I sleeping Or dead Like she is Where do lovers Meet to dream Who is that man In my window Oh wait It's me Looking in To see if I'm still me I wonder what song plays Through the cool November Leaves brushed In fall colors Like I feel in my heart I wonder if Autumn knows How important she is To people locked inside Away From other people Like me How we got here We all know Saw it Raw fever Blanched in white Still I'm here Wondering Waiting For life to be Again
@HellBentVet New follower and first poem I’ve read of yours. Visually and emotionally evocative. I hope I will see others. You are a talented (and kind) man. Grateful to find you on here.
@HellBentVet Beautifully said. You speak for many, although it's also very personal, we know. I sign off "Be well" and those who know me know that these aren't empty words and, that after major illness, I mean it. I know you sign off "Respect". I have the utmost respect for you. Be well.
@HellBentVet If you were here or I were there, I would hug you if you’d let me 💙
@HellBentVet Beautifully said and felt. Here’s the first 4 lines of a poem I wrote a long time ago. My dreamland isn’t much It’s really very pretty At least it’s mine to touch And only mine, no pity. …
@HellBentVet Hi HBV, you are an amazing poet. Don’t ever doubt your value.