East London poetry – Another Fly On The Wall

tomorrow’s fields by eli oko

How especially sacred
feeling slightly better
truly feels.

…stand still and let it find you.

“I wrote this a while ago… and the truth is we are nearly at 24.”

There was no moon.

I thought you would be the very person who made me feel my 💔 again.

And no matter how much you want to escape them
You will never escape yourself.

Apologising for the sinful hands I clasp together

I ask Him.

Dear me, I have gone back out into the ocean, with a diffrent perspective, hoping to end this.

when will it be if…

I guess that’s just how I feel. I tell myself to forget about this person. Then I write about them still.

I see your face even when I close my eyes and try not to find you.

I wear many shoes daily and feel the active force behind it.