Fernway
the longing for faraway places
Longing for that
Something
For that place
I left behind
For that warm comfortable
Feeling
When it seemed everything
Was fine
That place Ive held close
To me
When I needed to get
Away
That place that calls out
to me
My safe haven
My…
Fernway
I’m sure that it existed
I know that I’ve been here
Before
I know Ive seen it’s
Beauty
But I can’t seem to get there
Anymore
A vague and warped
Illusion
Held like a picture
In my head
I feel like I revisit
When I close my eyes
In bed
But each day
When I awaken
It slips again
Just out of reach
Making me question
Its existence
Convincing myself it’s just
A dream
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Comments (5)
I've really been enjoying your poems lately! So intense and poignant! Great writing happening!
Beautiful work, and a relatable feeling. Well done, my friend.
Vivid imagery..amazing...I'd love for you to take a moment and checkout my latest piece aswell
I Loved this
Great writing and I think we all have our own Fernway somehow somewhere.