Nearly lost;
supposedly alone;
barely in my senses;
so hollow;
I feel this
and so much worse
first half of my travel
away from (my home)
my heaven.



Written for Sunday Scribblings , OSI , Poetry Potluck

13 thoughts on “Away

  1. Sounds kinda like how I feel when I don’t want to leave my room. -_- Or when I’m travelling and can’t get go home, trapped in a strange land.

    Short and well done, nimue.


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