Thirteen

Posted on March 13, 2017 by chester maynes

I can’t hear
you nor see you
right now.

My fear starts
to creep in me.
I am molested by

apprehensions.
This sleepless
night recurs.

I can’t find
you anywhere but
deep

in the
whereabouts of
the thousands lost.

 

2017

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Thirteen

  1. mihrank says:
    March 14, 2017 at 11:37 am

    great combination and well balanced, bravo!

    Reply

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