To see any clearer
I drifted away
From your
lies
From your
madness
From your paperless
tray
The word forest
called
For my pen to break
free
From the blurred
introspection
Hovering close to your
tree
When my vision
unclouded
A bigger picture
appeared
In whose distance
I found
What your emptiness
feared
(Train In Massachusetts: March,2015)
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