Poem: my dear heart

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 what ails you my friend, my dear heart?

your thoughts are dark, cloudy,

no longer fair;  

something, some burden there is, that that

is tearing you apart? 


It feels as if your true life is only

lived 

in intervals, 

small moments of bliss 

(when all things seem clear), 

when there is no longer any fear; 


For the rest, there is only the 

hushed silence of night, 

a waste land stricken by blight; 


Here we are

awaiting the rain, once again.  














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from 'acanthus' magazine, 2015  (c) Omer Tarin 






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