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staggering witness
On the doorstep
Slithering
Stuttering
Staggering
Missing the sounds of the river
Swaying thoughts of why
Within the argument of how
step back
Listen, the hardest thing to do
Listen
Feel the breath on the back of your neck
Slowly brushing across untouched canvas
I am with you
Painting vivid memories in your dreams
Feel me
Water crackling through rocks and twigs
Wind whistling through the branches of our roots
Listen to her echoing song
slowly
Listen
The doorstep to the rest of eternity
my reality
I will try my best to listen
Slithering
Stuttering
Staggering
Missing the sounds of the river
Swaying thoughts of why
Within the argument of how
step back
Listen, the hardest thing to do
Listen
Feel the breath on the back of your neck
Slowly brushing across untouched canvas
I am with you
Painting vivid memories in your dreams
Feel me
Water crackling through rocks and twigs
Wind whistling through the branches of our roots
Listen to her echoing song
slowly
Listen
The doorstep to the rest of eternity
my reality
I will try my best to listen
Published 28th Nov 2018
Author's Note
In this busy world we live in, I feel that sometimes it's important to just sit back and listen, take in your surroundings and just be. This poem was inspired by that emotion.
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