III:
Visions of something that cannot be seen
Feelings of something that cannot be touched
Sounds that ring out when there’s no air to vibrate
Toxic aromas that won’t let you breathe
A taste with no tongue lingers on in my mind
Looking still deeper to see what I find
The shadows are silent and just out of reach
And people are watching to hear what I preach
But all I can say is what they already know
White buckets of paint on a field filled with snow
(Author’s note: Happy holidays everyone! Thank you for following my blog; it really means a lot to me. Stay safe, and here’s to the oncoming year!)
A Life in Poems 