Creative Writing · Poetry

dreaming

some days

my world seems

like a series of

nuances and idiosyncrasies,

coping with the resident

trouble maker, my imagination,

and pondering another breath

or a gasp for fresh

hope

can i float

can i float

can i float

or drown in the flood of

inspiration held in by my

damn reality

 

-Turtleberry 2007

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