Wandering and Lost

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photo credit: KevHaworthPhotography Wreckage On The Wyre via photopin (license)

Wandering,
A spirit adrift.

Marooned, this sea surrounds,
No way forward,
No way out.

And I have forgotten
What it is I seek.
 
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Visualise

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Dandelion clocks dance in the breeze
Like the time we spent together
Danced away from me.
The visions of you I keep in view,
Anchors of trust to which I’m tethered.
Vision of time now lost.
 
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Lost

Hello!
Yes you.
I’m talking to you!
Out there in the real world.
Were you just going to walk right by,
Seven billion people –
We’re rammed on this planet,
Trapped like ancient mosquitoes
Forever in amber.
In the same boat,
All sinking with the ship.
And yet you can walk by
With a blindfold on,
Pretending no one else
Fucking exists.
 
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Plotting a course

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I’ve navigated choppy seas.

My boat has taken on water.

But I made it through,

I survived

And if I fear

That I may go down again,

Lose my compass,

Sight of land,

Then I will remember

That the stars shined

And showed me the way

Back to you.

 

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