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Warped

a poem not to be read, only to be breathed

By Sun BeePublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Luca Nicoletti on Unsplash

From time to time

a rollercoaster ride;

being on the left side

is no fun.

After a few rounds,

the key to the left side

is lost and found;

waiting to be disguised

by a new witchcraft

entering through my window

at dawn.

A multidimensional soul

playing guitar and screaming into the microphone;

imaging of the brain lost in a fog.

Where is the lake?

Maybe I needed a break.

Who knows?

I know reality is not

my cup of tea

as I prefer real

essential liquid

to soothe

and sleep

through the noise.

Maybe this will quiet things down.

After a storm, the sun shines.

Tell me good stories,

not ghost ones this time.

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Sun Bee

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

A real writer with real experience, not always understood.

Deeply rooted in humanity.

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