i stand at a place
where nowhere belongs
and i take two steps back
only to fall back in.
they say this universe has a cruel humour
by pretending they know even a part of it
although i highly doubt that we even
understand the few parts we know of ourselves.
and where i find analysis somewhat perplexing,
symbolism gives way :
dead flowers on graves;
the night sky on a rainy day;
it seems to ask the same question twice
"Life and Death have arrived;
would you like to come along?"
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Hiraeth: A Collection of Poems
PoetryHiraeth: a Welsh concept of longing for home. A type of homesickness, but for a home that you can't return to, or one that perhaps never existed. Aren't we all looking for home?
