Alone with my thoughts
I seek to stay awhile
Alone with my thoughts
I face constant denial
Alone with my thoughts
I remain inside a confined space
Like an igloo
Alone with my thoughts
All I can see is green and blue
-K
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Melancholy Dreams
PoetryMy poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.
