Retrospect Poem by Dennis Go

Retrospect



Cold, sit still
And lay your hands
Upon my brow.
It's not time
To think of worries.

Just merely
Feeling my texture
Disconnects longing.

I find enough time
Gathering the eons
That limit my sad flesh.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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