Being alone is not enough,

Being with is not enough. 

The sound of bird and sight of sky is not enough. 

The warmth of sun,

The wash of rain,

The scent of pine and taste of fresh baked bread is not enough. 

Ideas alone are not enough to quell the doubt and fear that seeps below the waterline.

No matter what my sensory delight,

What flight of thought I make,

My need remains.

Alone or with,

What is enough?

What sign of hope with darkness trust?

With life: give, love.

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ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2016

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