Life is but a dream.
As I open my eyes
I reverse back to
The position of my blessing;
Reverse, Reverse, Reverse
How does it work?
More stories from Test and writers in Poets and other communities.
I chase shadows over jagged cliffs where longing blooms like fire against stone The closer I reach, the further they slip
By Test5 months ago in Poets
I am a biologist. I do not believe in an afterlife. We die, the blood curdles the heart stops, proteins begin breaking down,
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
I walk as if the ground were sure, a practiced art of looking pure. My body keeps its debts concealed, no outward crack, no broken shield.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Life is hard. Things go wrong. We all have those times in our lives when it feels like everything is breaking around us...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)5 days ago in Psyche
Comments (1)