Enough

9 February 2019 ~ W. Donovan

I’ve had enough
that I feel pain
that I feel it all the time.
I’ve had enough.
I’ve had enough
I cannot reach
I cannot have it.
I’ve had enough.
Walking with my eyes closed
Talking to my head
Writing dots on a piece of paper
Existing without a soul
I’ve had enough.
Because my love for you hasn’t passed away
And the waves are at my fingertips
Only from behind bars it’s hard to touch them
I’ve had enough.

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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan