Who We’re Meant To Be
Nameless Dreams
If the wings of an angel
Could span the spaces between
Blending me onto the pages
Like a song stuck in my teeth
A painting still drying
While the image continually changed
Slowly faded and dying
As the will becomes aged
My fingers grasp at it
As it slips through my hands
A phantom criminal committing
The crimes revealing who I am
I shake off the feelings
As tears rolls off my cheek
Emotions on repeat
Reserved for the meek
Part of me is missing
Part of me has already died
While I’m off reminiscing
The angels gather to cry
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Welcome to my new series, a weekly blog on what’s inspiring me. I spent much of last week in bed with a stomach bug. I’ll spare you the details of that—but in addition to the grotesque physical symptoms, I had some fever dreams I won’t soon forget. Imagine my surprise to see Vocal’s newest challenge: Write a fiction story about a recurring dream or nightmare.
By Davina Zinn McKee7 days ago in Journal
Comments (7)
Let's your emotions flow.
"a song stuck in my teeth" - I love that line!
So sad....I must be an angel about now.
Wow. Absolutely gorgeous.
Beautifully written.
Gosh this was so poignant. Loved it so much!
"A phantom of criminal commits" this Will chase me today :)