Title: Near to my fingertips
by Linda from South Yorkshire | in writing, poetry
Near to my fingertips,
But still too far
My head says I can reach you
And my eyes say I can see you,
But not really.
I can see straight through you,
But you are opaque.
A blank canvas crammed with thoughts
And feelings
And spirit.
Limitless.
Are you real?
Genuine.
In my head
A figure of the mind.
Or reality,
Mixing with the mock.
Taking over.
Dominant.
Rushing through my veins
Hollering from inside me.
I can't reach
I can't see
Come forward
Near to my fingertips.
Recent happenings in my school, between close friends.
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