Distorted Realities
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Poem
what is it that you see?
a shadow sneaking behind me,
trying to hit me in the soul,
steal my blood and laugh
it is just the black tree top
moving on the wind
turn around and greet
there is nothing to fear
what is it that you hear?
birds eating the eyes of tomorrow
and mice running underneath
running away from the water
rising up to their throats
it is just the sea
throwing itself on the rocks
making a foam
open your eyes and look
let it be
what is it that you feel?
fear
how so?
I don’t know
It is not fear
it is you
trying to say
it is going to be okey
more by Ursula Babic
photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash
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