Flight

This is me
That is what I am
The pain of thought
The pain of memory
Feeling that is all
out of control
Someone else also
with a broken faith
a broken mind
She want me to move
as she is used to
As her father did
But I am not here
I escape, avoid,
walking around
Forgetting other
Options
The summer will soon be over
The winther is in my heart

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in August 2014, Mirror, Poem, Poetry

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