I prefer to be unknown these days, especially to myself
hidden inside -methods designed
to protect, and heal and help
*
Feelings that spark new sensations,
light shimmers - occupy my brain
All these realities, hiding here in my head
make me feel like I’m going insane
*
A weave of spectacular motions
like tree branches entwined with the wind
Touching the ocean where it meets the sand
becoming solo once again
*
Fallen angels hiding in human form
Angel hunters roam, out on the prowl
With no one to interpret my dreams or my fears
I have no means to free myself now
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The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham5 days ago in Fiction
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Excellent words
I love this! 💕
Impressive!!! Left some love 💖💕
This is a great piece. That first line drew me in. I feel it. Well done.
Very relatable poem