Dear Friend, From Paris - Poem by Ronal Reddy
Encapsulated in a wooden-
chrysalis, by incommunicable depression
writing to you my first letter.
Dying to listen to a 'How are you? '
like a wilted rose I have ceased to bloom.
like a starving animal I have decayed vigorously.
Moments of delight have perished.
Beaune has shown my past; - how
I sat and stared at the Yonne River.
I am ever so unapparent now that;
I can hide my emotions.
My mind is empty but,
thoughts provokingly question my anxiousness.
I can return to you and,
let my friendship be known
Yet this abyss cannot be bridged
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