In the distance I hear a man, he speaks of magic and far off lands.
Not too long ago he spoke my name saying I needed to change my ways.
I got offended and wish he'd leave so I could continue in my misery, but then I took a step back, finally I realizing what he had meant.
I've spent too much time listening to his fantasies and dreaming of the treasures a great measure away, when really all along he had been telling stories about me.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
