I feel I’m walking to you from
A great distance away,
But I can see you clearly for
The ground is always flat
You’re opening your mouth, it’s just
I can’t hear what you say,
And so we will keep walking
At a slow and steady rate.
Soon we’re close enough to see
Each other’s cautious face
Avert your eyes for stupid fear
To catch a stranger’s eye.
Finally I feel you near
So I can look to find,
That just before I got to you,
You thought it time to die.
Author notes
A few years ago my granddad died. I'd known him all my life but I never actually knew him. And then when I finally started talking to him he was diagnosed with cancer and, because I was a kid and it would be hard to see him sick, I never saw him again. I just wish I had got to know him.
Comments
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Hmmm?
Kind of strange. The title is fitting. However, I can't figure you out in this one. Being abstract is not a bad thing. You know what you are conveying, but sometimes the reader doesn't. Don't make a constant habit of doing that. It's cool sometimes, but not all the time. I am a member of the same group you are in. See some of my work and give feedback (definitely read "Mental Infidelity: Part I,II,II).
Keep up the good work.
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Wow. I love the metaphor, great work once again. Sad poetry is hard to comment on.
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