The power has gone out
It has gone out
It has gone out.
My mind races, panicking about the powered things I need:
My electric stove
My hair dryer
My phone charger
A light.
Big day tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow.
Now I'm panicking about my day tomorrow:
Will I be loud enough?
Will I act well enough?
Will I look good enough?
Will the show go well?
Nothing to do but panic when the power goes out.
I wrote this months ago and never published it! So, here it is now!
YOU ARE READING
Echoes in the Dark
PoetryThe mind can be a dark place with voices and words and terrifying thoughts echoing about. The mind can also be a place of creativity, imagination and joy. Poetry is a way to express these thoughts and to calm the crazy mind while expressing creativ...
