There is an abstract displacement of sadness
open to interpretation for the mass
reading the diary of your face
opening doors that you try to keep shut…
but the wind of grief
swings them slightly
for all to take a peek
in the grey tunnels of your mind
where there is an abstract displacement of sadness.
poetry copyright neha 2019 / image borrowed from Sue Vincent
In response to Sue’s Thursday #WritePhoto Prompt. đŸ™‚
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