tell me what to do
tell me where to go
am I losing my bearings?
why are you still by my side?
I don’t recognize you anymore
I can’t remember the good times
they seem to have dissolved
into a slipstream
give me your hand
I want to feel its pulse
I’m suddenly so cold inside
and terribly spare
because it is not you
I’ve become a stranger to
but myself
Choosing to see this as a metaphor regarding imagination, it particulary resonated, reminding me once again that with one's imagination still intact, there is little of the loneliness world. Of course, to fully appreciate such a conviction, one might find solace in the fact that loneliness usually precedes any epiphany, much the way you've suggested here. Provocative, incisive and void of self pity. Admirable.
I can relate to the emotions which are reflected in this poem. It is truly a meaningful poem. As I read the poem, feelings of my own uncertainty and confusion which I sometimes experience are awakened. Great poem. If you have time, please stop into my den and review my work. I would love to hear your opinion.
Those questions arise, at different times of our lives, due to circumstances....guess its part of living....growing ........and understanding (but not always....too bad huh)
Reaching out to another is a deep breath..........
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poignant read
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Those questions arise, at different times of our lives, due to circumstances....guess its part of living....growing ........and understanding (but not always....too bad huh)
Reaching out to another is a deep breath..........
and a start :)
pax A