Trapped in my mind.
I stayed.
Sitting right in front of you.
Trapped.
Though you speak to me,
I cannot hear.
Though I look at you,
I cannot see.
Trapped in my mind.
I’m going back to my memories,
when I felt happy.
Then I knew she was
safe, she was with me.
And you grab my arms,
but I do not feel it.
I don’t feel anything from the dreams,
which I still live in and
I would like them back.
When I felt happy.
And you shout to me,
but all I can hear
is her laugh.
And I know.
Now I know for sure that,
that I lost everything.
© W. Donovan
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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.
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So very expressive of things that most do not express
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Yeah, I’m kinda lost in it.
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I could tell that
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