Sometimes time wears down on dreams
and whisks opportunities from our hands.
We're left nameless and hesitantly abandoned,
as ghosts lost among the clouds and waves.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
Ghosts
Sometimes time wears down on dreams
and whisks opportunities from our hands.
We're left nameless and hesitantly abandoned,
as ghosts lost among the clouds and waves.
