DEAD WEIGHT

DEAD WEIGHT

Memories exist
Only as a measure of
One’s failed detachment

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 3, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Shifting from one side to the other, yet still a heavy burden to carry. Well worded.

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