Dec 2018
Anchors slip away,
in a sea, calmed by
nightly solitude.
A puff of wind,
eases a bedroom
shade open.
A flake of dust,
drifts alone,
gently on.
in a sea, calmed by
nightly solitude.
A puff of wind,
eases a bedroom
shade open.
A flake of dust,
drifts alone,
gently on.
This poem I wrote in high school years ago and haven't changed a word!
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
