A life in poems – Page 167

12/30/2020 (VIII)

My feet feel like dancing
With uneven ground…

VII:
Beats of a drum
Somewhere behind me…

VI:
Something is lost
Through each step I take…

V:
Dissolve into Earth
There are shadows to feed…

IV:
A widow is weeping
Down under the chapel…

III:
Visions of something that cannot be seen
Feelings of something that cannot be touched…

II:
Ozymandias keep watch
With your wise blood-made eyes…

I:
Here there is a forest
Beyond the open door…

XV-I:
Here there was a forest
Now there’s a broken man…

XV:
In a city of absent emotion
I woke up…