You told me the world was full of colour
I took the time to take each one in.
You fed me the knowledge of prestigious academics
I absorbed what I could.
Somehow melancholy resurfaces,
Reversible, irreversible forces. One erases another.
Reflection left nothing behind.
Memories ebbed and flowed,
and came to a stand still.
A little warmth.
The concept of nothing.
I’m not at liberty to complain.
If it were not for the confusion.
Indecision.
We emerge then disappear.
Birth and death. Emptiness.
Therein lies the caviat.
The in-between.
Memories swam.
Begat the prognosis.
A little warmth.
What did you think?
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Hi eden
This is really good, i think this poem could mean a lot of different things depending on who is reading it. When i read it i think of someone that is a little lost. Excellent poem
please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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