Being cut off from you

Being cut off from you
and the truth
by other thoughts
going through my mind

I write some poems,
watch solitary birds
fly past and some
coming to the window
pecking alone on it

and caged into my study
living as if I am dead
in a kind of purgatory

still thoughts with sin
and you in it
instead of prayers
keep rushing through my head

and sometimes I wonder
what I miss more
your personality or your body
or probably both.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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