What It Is Not

A place of refuge for a while
An altogether feeling place:
This is something else.
This is not the Monday blues
And not only cos it’s Thursday
This cannot be feeling down
At least not what I recognise.
This is something else: unique.
This is love’s dimension.
This is when the rift has grown
Becoming irreparable – beyond the irreparable
This is not the end of all
Just a ridding of one moment
That man should count himself as whole
By that – incomprehensible!

 

©TheHairyTeacher2014

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