PEOM – DHALIA, THE REALITY
Only 100 miles apart from the rays of sunshine.
Yet so far away from loves passion.
Memories of sweet bliss so vivid.
The touch, feel and kiss never to be repeated feels twisted.
Sitting in the middle lane of a dusty highway.
Fear of being railroaded into the void, still she sits trying not to move too far away.
Maybe staying still long enough will stop time.
Maybe not saying a word will make you mine.
Keeping quiet in anguish with unattainable desire.
Suffering gracefully as no one wants to see a weeping Dahlia.
Poem by me Sarah Martin @sugaroc
Painting “The Reality” by wander_art