‘Going’ and ‘Filling in’ poems
By: Farzana Israt
Gone
where
has
it gone?
the time
spent
with Nonsense?
distant,
something is
breaking.
i awake.
somewhere,
i hear
crying.
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Filling in
But how does one
not daydream
endlessly?
How can one
resist filling in
the empty spaces
with an
eternal fantasy?