Pigments of my imagination (a poem)

Watching Yellow Submarine after another long day,—thus the title…

Every little noise has me looking
for something that isn’t there

Every soft object my hand brushes
I mistake for something that isn’t there

Every shadow that moves across my vision
is something that isn’t there

Maybe tomorrow

Maybe never again

For now
I will learn to love
ghosts and shadows

(23 November 2018)

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