Not The Same

Not The Same short poem

Uploaded by Keith Wilson


You are not the same
You writhe in pain from limitless loss
Eyes fixed on an untouchable point
Thoughts have unrecognizable voices
Happiness suffocates beneath an iced over pond
Please come to the surface….breathe again
But no answer from pink lifeless lips
You are not the same

Come home to me
As you lay in sorrows frigid shards
Your torso crying with abandoned hollowness
Screaming to embrace what cannot be held
Night bears needles puncturing sleeps softness
Face of permafrost complexion
Impenetrable to light, lyric or love
Come home to me

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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