Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2022
While I'm just staring off into space

Through the interior of a ghost

In the midst of mists

Closed eyes in my bliss

Atop the cliffs above the sea

Strolls at night on the river's levee

In a crowd on Beal Street
listening to the blues beat

Laying in the bottom of a rowboat
Looking at stars as I float

How I hate isolation
South by Southwest
Written by
South by Southwest  Trussville , Alabama
(Trussville , Alabama)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems