My Grieving Refrainment!
This is my grieving refrainment!
Would you like to take a ride through it?
Would you like to dive deep into it?
Would you like to listen close to it,
when I whisper, low-key, fluttering my eyelids?
I see the crowd, but refrain from being seen.
I hear voices, but refrain from being heard.
I follow the footsteps, but refrain from being followed by.
I have felt stories, but refrain from spitting out mine.
I have encountered phonies, but refrain from admitting one.
I have known places, but refrain from calling one home of mine.
I have sensed the depth, but refrain from jumping in.
I have surrendered against time, but refrain from drowning in.
I have trespassed spaces, but refrain from walking in.
I can feel the golden pixie dust glow, but refrain from flying away with it.
I can infer my dreams transforming into reality, but refrain from sleeping tight with it.
I can smell the frozen winter's arrival, but refrain from getting along with it.
This is my grieving refrainment!
Would you like to take a ride through it?
Would you like to dive deep into it?
Would you like to listen close to it,
when I whisper , low-key, fluttering my eyelids?
Poem By;
Varsha Rout.
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