Mazed – December 1, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

Rolling in the hills

That surround my home

Bleeding out the front door

Skipping beside you

Down the front path

Only stopping

In the middle

To take in everything

Arms raised, opened

To the vast unknown

Nothingness

I look for you

A feeling

That’s agitating

And comfortable

I sit stagnant

In my chair

In the hills

Out my front door

Down my path

In the middle

With my arms wide open

Reaching…

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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