Long

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem that plays around with structure and scenery

Submitted: July 21, 2015

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Submitted: July 21, 2015

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The Fields look different today.

The Clouds are low-

the Breeze blows high

and the yellow Mist gently coats the base of my skin.

I can see the Fog hovering in the horizon.

 

My fingers are tickled by the yellow Brush

as I close my eyes and dive In-

losing myself in a vast golden sea,

My Eyes Slam Shut

as I am Suffocated by darkness.

 

I am spinning in an empty Void

lost without my Paradise-

a Light flashes from a distance.

 

Blink.Blink.Blink.

 

My Eyes open in a bloodshot haze.

Finally, a peaceful Dream-

Finally, a great Escape

Though these escapes never last Long.


© Copyright 2020 Robert Owens. All rights reserved.

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