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 Apr 2015 Mike Essige
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Till Few Months Of Reaching Back,
I Kept Seeing Her Images All Over,
It Drove Me Crazy, Her Presence...

Taking Time Out To Search Her Out,
I Went For The Mountainous Path,
It May Cease I Hope These Dreams.

The Horse Made Me Look A Knight,
I Set Out Solo For The Dark Creeks,
It Helped Me Realize My Solo Aim...

Then She Came Into My View Again,
I Was Prepared For Tackling My Illusion,
It Started Snowing Out Of Nowhere.

Took Me To A Safer Place She Then,
I Was Bewildered Again Once More,
It Was Clearing But She Vanished...

Then On My Way I Stopped To Rest,
I Looked Around For A Place To Sit,
It Came To My View A Huge Tavern.

Tavern On A Mountain Was Weird,
I Still Went To It Hoping Some Rest,
It Had Appeared Out Of Nowhere...
Read 'Angel?' saga part 1/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 2/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1070432/angel-again/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 3/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1154639/angel-surely/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 4/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1166821/angel-illusion/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 5/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1170623/angel-not-again/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 6/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1179276/angel-forever/

Read 'Angel?' saga part 7/7 here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1182887/angel-ultimately/

My HP Poem #839
©Atul Kaushal
Imagine if I hadn't of written this poem
Would the few before this have seen more likes?
Is it unfair of me to jot down my every thought on a whim
Without allowing the last to breathe?
Would this poem be treated any different
Or see the fate of my last
If not now then when?
Will it trend and ignite envy in my last 4 published?
Or will you do as the title states
And ignore this
And read the one before it?
Respect every poem to your greatest ability
And read every word as if it were
Your
Last
I feel the sunlight in my back just
As cold as our togetherness, and I’m
Alone in the crowd, waking up at 2 has
Been a culture I’m following religiously
Because we always opted for late night
Conversations and I prepare black coffee
With minimum sugar because you never
Wanted to see your girlfriend growing her
Width, I wait night after night, with no
Motion in me, just like a lonely highway
Which has been run over thousand times
By the screeching tires of a truck and cars
But still lays there unnerving to be run over
Thousandth and one time.
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