Secret Signs Poem by anais vionet

Secret Signs

Rating: 4.0


How well I know this place, I'm trapped in these interiors.
I refuse to step on cracks and I avoid the hateful mirrors.

I'm watching like a cat the many motions of the heavens.
I'm straining like a witch to extend my intuition.

I'm looking for hidden patterns in odd numbers that show up.
I'm sorting out the tea leaves that my mom leaves in her cup.

I'm sure I hear the whispering of the moon on predawn walks.
I think I'd hear the angels - should one decide to talk.

Oh, God, I need some answers - I've become a hopeless mess -
show me secret signs or release it to the press.

You know I wait impatiently, with several billion friends,
for my vaccine miracle - when will this virus end? !

Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: isolation,teen,virus
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I'm so tired of 2020. Gimmie some 2021 please
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 16 December 2020

A nice poem that tells us how a girl of your age feels in this pandemic time and what she hopes for. Wait with patience, you may receive some 'secret signs', as you have sought.

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anais vionet

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Paris, France
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