Perhaps I am in a world full of shallow people.
Perhaps my pond is a little too deep.
Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
Overflowing across the wine cups edge.
My fish have left me.
Here.
Alone in this pond that is deep enough for two.
Three.
Perhaps my pond is a little too deep.
Even so.
To be alone. Is to be at peace.
2019 - t.v
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Enveloping Darkness [ Poetry ]
Poetry'Life is C before D, after B' Jean-Paul Sartre, French philosopher and novelist. A collection of poems Written by Theodred V
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