I wrote this, right?

Poet's Dream

Here I sit 

On the floor

Nails digging 

In carpet shag

Thoughts swimming 

Voices nag

My shadow flickers

Like a candle flame

I'm here, aren't I?

I feel so far away

Floating somewhere 

In the molecules 

I'm made of only

Dust particles 

Someday I'll only be

Sand on the beach 

Ashes in the pit

Deep out of reach

But I'm here right now

Right?

The floorboards don't answer.

They just hold me up

because they have to

I could drown inside my cup

My eyes are open

Held back with paperclips 

I'm afraid if I shut them

Everything will go black

And I’ll truly be nothing. 

 

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  • Dog days

    Interesting poem

    • Poet\'s Dream

      Thank you, I hope it was a good read



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