Musings in Storms

in poetry •  2 months ago 



My poetry is merely a body.
You are the soul in my words.

― Sanober Khan



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I obsess over endings,
Empty passions—
And nightly reverberations.


Rain is my inside
Turned out—
My interior landscape.

Sometimes at night
I roll over
And look for you—

But then I remember—

You’re locked
In my dreams,
Safe,
Where no one
Can hurt you.

But you hurt me, Love—

I forgave you my scars
Tried to heal from wounds
And forget the past..

But you hurt me, Love,
And it’s so damn hard
To forget that.



© 2019, John J Geddes. All rights reserved



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Expectations and attachments ... they should come with warning labels. A powerful write, John:)

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Yes they do! Thanks, Pryde :)

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