Friday, 7 February 2014



Peer as I might, I cannot see
I cannot enter that distant world
There are glimpses now and then
That beckon me
They come to tease me
They taunt and pester.
"I am not gone
I am not going
I am here. 
Do I not look the same
Am I not talking to you
Sitting with you
Can I not ask you questions?"
And then you do, again and again
Wanting answers, not hearing
Not accepting, ask again.
I mourn, I curse the silent thief
That takes you day by day
But, not yet, you still are mine.
I'm outside, but I'm looking in.

© Crissouli 2013

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