On days when I feel such a poignant despair,
That I scarcely can inhale the crisp midnight air,
And still when I brim with a violent delight,
Watching day fade to torrid and ominous night,
I write, in my veins pulses poet's desire,
To capture the torment that sets me afire.
On spiderwebbed paper with violet-stained ink,
I convey my heart's madness with sunsets so pink.
And though imprisoned I am by golden gates in the sky,
Orange oceans and blue orchids glisten In My Mind's Eye.
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In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
