another poem to be written

that dark blinded me…. blacken my view
but
unable to withstand the vibrations that felt
which run this hand to a piece of paper
to write

this poem
it is not a delusion
written with  feeling
as if there was no tomorrow
I swing the pen
follow the rhythm of soul
braid in beautiful words
which lull the heart
to whom this poem will be delivered?
“it’s up to the wind!”
whose reading this poem?
“you!”
and me…..?
will stay here….
awaiting

for the next vibrations to come
might be later or tomorrow
don’t know when
but there would be
another poem to be written

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– mei –