sometimes she wakes at 3am
wondering what if she were wrong
and this a mistake
the life she should have led
misplaced in some corner
of a room she passed through
on her way to somewhere else
then that long stare
into darkness
till morning
sometimes she wakes at 3am
wondering what if she were wrong
and this a mistake
the life she should have led
misplaced in some corner
of a room she passed through
on her way to somewhere else
then that long stare
into darkness
till morning
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Your poem is lovely but the grass is not always greener on the other side. :o)
I don’t doubt that but this person (JM) will always wonder.
Many will. :o) It’s like stepping into a painting but once you take that step there’s not going back. :o)
Good analogy.
I like this very much, has meaning for me.
Thank you, Anna. I’m glad it has meaning for you.
Quite beautiful.
Thank you.