Anna Wakefield Poems

I sit alone, lost in memories
Nostalgia and what could have been circles above like vultures
They circle high with the midday sun,
Mocking me.
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I feel nothing, and everything
An empty echo
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
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I read, like an open book
All others can see the words written on my pages.
I contain tales, read as secretive,
A hushed whisper that only a handful have seen.
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Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
The end of all we knew.
The death of all the love and trust,
To be reborn anew.
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I walked along, hand in hand
Strolling towards the trees.
I was happy, had no care,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
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I had some news today.
The kind of news that sits on the surface
Skimming like oil on water.
Then, when least expected,
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Time passes, fear grows
All eventualities
Seep in like poison.
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There is a moment,
But it is seldom felt.
It seems as though breath catches-
Wind stops-
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Card after card I lay them down
As though a hand guides me.

The Empress and The Emperor look on,
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I identify as both
and neither.

I felt myself
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