Doors slam in the distance
In the wake of imaginary monsters.
She screams in silence,
Trusting in the hope of tomorrow.
Reality is a stranger to her—
A figment of a thousand yesterdays,
Concealed in the aftermath of chaos.
The torment of today
Is inevitable and immense.
Only hope remains—a fantasy of its own.
Nothing else matters.
Art & Words ©Lena Folkert, 2023. All rights reserved.
About the Creator
Lena Beana
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Forever Lost 🤍
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