Forgotten

I can feel it calling,

holding me hostage,

rattling my cage;

stirring me up

with restless distrust

and vague longing…

It’s something

I’m doing

or not doing;

it’s something

subdued

and forgotten.

 

Poem & Photo ©Mairi McLean 2016

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