The Trance Poem by Dennis Go

The Trance



When was the last time
You reach in and clothe me
From the woe-bell's chime?

Daintily, I bow my head
To whichever path you've tread;
But the lone, dark whispers state
The dreams I have were dead.

Too short a sigh have I noticed.
No touch could waken me
From the trance of belongingness.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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