You move your feet
in a morphine-induced dream
but you cannot walk,
I’m more afraid than I’ve ever been
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life, or something like it, in poetry and photos
You move your feet
in a morphine-induced dream
but you cannot walk,
I’m more afraid than I’ve ever been
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the feelings come through
Fear comes from the unknowing, attaches to the known, and destroys every thing we have and everything we dream of if we let it. Peace be with you in your troubles.
I am looking for poets to join the Rally week 27, I would be thrilled if you come this week.
I value your talent.
let me know,
otherwise, ignore.
This is so poignant in its brevity and directness. Looking into the experience of a loved one, and also touching into your own. My sympathy for the loss involved in this situation.
Thank you for your kind words. bb
Can’t walk, can’t speak. Morphine. Beautiful poem, Bluebee.
Thanks, Monica.