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Showing posts with label Poetic Illusion. Show all posts

Now in Paperback

 Poetic Illusion in book form for those who prefer to read the physical book rather than reading it on a Kindle or other tablets

Atmosphere


You are not the air I breathe
The sunrises as the moon sets
And existence is mine alone
Not to give my soul
Watch my spirit die
Trampled on red grapes
Makes wine
Sour, bitter juice
Drips from lips swollen
Eyes darkened
From too many nights
 Sleep deprivation
 Wrestling with ghost
That won’t let me lay
 Down in peace
 Look out into the night and
Gaze up to the heavens
 the moon
 So far away and wish
Sorrow was even farther
 Not right here at finger tips
Sharp needles pricks
And bleed