The world beyond sight,
the metaphysical world,
a touch beyond grasp,
a vision of the beyond,
there to help you when in need,
a place with no space for you.
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James Green
Weaving words into captivating worlds, this author's storytelling will transport you to realms of imagination and leave you breathless.
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I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka4 days ago in Fiction
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nice, enjoyed it
So profound and poignant! Loved your poem!