mind, drifting
soul, wandering
heart, freezing
the whole being, questioning
when will one
ever find its way
towards a sense of familiarity,
a certain kind of bliss?
moments, fleeting
memories, passing
once the time comes,
will you be able to move along?
mind slowly wanders
to questions remained unanswered.
hanging by a thread,
losing grip of reality.
the presence
of one’s absence
can it ever be felt
by a departing being?
but one always wonders,
of what comes next
to the uncertain tomorrow
of one’s inevitable end.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
mind, drifting
soul, wandering
heart, freezing
the whole being, questioning
when will one
ever find its way
towards a sense of familiarity,
a certain kind of bliss?
moments, fleeting
memories, passing
once the time comes,
will you be able to move along?
mind slowly wanders
to questions remained unanswered.
hanging by a thread,
losing grip of reality.
the presence
of one’s absence
can it ever be felt
by a departing being?
but one always wonders,
of what comes next
to the uncertain tomorrow
of one’s inevitable end.
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