what it means 

now I know 

in my heart 

a chamber  


mistakes you never make 

trips you never take 

songs you never write 

in my mind 

no synapses 

take that route 

a child so bright 

a father failed 

to protect 

thoughts circling orb 

keep me awake 

at night 

now I know 

what it means 


Some boxes are best unopened, ha de Gött!


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  1. wow ! I love this one ; so good 🙂

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  2. Amazing poem. Beautifully written, Ulle. Very sad though.

    Liked by 1 person

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