Flashing across the back of my eyelids
Blurry but clear
Into memory
Then out again
Flickers of images
From days past
Grasping for them
But they slip away like panicked minnows
Afraid to be discovered
Sorry they were seen.
I guess maybe they got tired of fleeing
Because nowadays I never dream
Spend my sleep in unbroken darkness
Eyes veiled with unspoken thoughts
But never an image
Never a whimsical picture
Never a hope of catching a dream.
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I don't dream very often. Is that normal??
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoetryExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
