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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Looking After Me

Why does life consume me?
Why do I talk about life
so much?
Who stands by me
when I sleep
saying,
his face is peaceful.
He is a child.
He needs so much comforting.
Why is he here?

And I wake
wondering who it was.
Who did I talk to?
Who do I miss
that I can’t remember?
I may be lost.

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