Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, August 03, 2022

Lost in the Moment

 You refused to catch me 

and I failed to tread, 

as the water was rising

something inside me 

felt dead.


I reached for your hand

and nothing was there,

light went to darkness

and I was overwhelmed 

with fear.


I whispered in song

in hoping you'd hear,

but my voice came back to me

with no one to share.


Trying to move 

but still am I, 

as I lay here dreaming

of you by myside.


It all comes together

like a blur of sort,

a montage in the making

or was it some foolish sport?


There is no one to push

and no one to pull,

my soul feels the emptiness

that made me your fool.


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