Where have you carried me now,
Wings?
If I stay here, I will
Freeze,
If I leave, I will bear on my scarred face
For years
The haunting stamp of what I’ve
Seen;
And nobody will come
Close
To someone, whose eyes are home
To ghosts;
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Much too far you have carried me,
Wings,
Much too close
To the other side;
Much too brave I have been
Where I should have been wise;
Now it’s too late to listen
To fear
Or to hope to survive
This flight
Simple but meaningful friends, greetings compassion š
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The phrase “whose eyes are home To ghosts…” was so very powerful in what it conveyed….another fine poem.
Thank you! I really appreciate it that you can always find something of interest in my poems!