those from my past seem false -
a figure of my imagination
reality disconnected from the now
all the other years, seamlessly meld together
familiar faces day by day
pulled me back to earth
time now dissolved, each day isolated
I sit on this train, a ghost
nobody sees, nobody talks
you wouldn't recognise me
white noise existence
am I already dead?
I hope, so those left aren't to grieve alone
maybe it's too late
each began grieving on their own time
before I was even gone
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MY DIGITAL DIARY : POETRY, THOUGHTS & JOURNAL ENTRIES PART TWO
Non-FictionHI LOVELIES <3 Welcome to the continuation of my first book "Poetry, Thoughts & Journal Entries" where I write at least something, no matter how mediocre, every single day! Feel free to go back & read or comment on any entries within my first book...
