Wildest Dreams- Haunted: A Poem

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Dark clouds in my head

Rain cascades over my ribs

Salty and acidic

Eroding my bones

I am broken

Haunted

And so far gone lost.


I thought this would be a good poem for Wildest Dreams. A little side project I am working on. Read part of it here, a picture-it & write inspiration!

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The inspiration has left me again

Now I’m just alone and depressed.

I am bored with nothing to do

But play with this ribbon, a teal-like blue.

It marks the pages I have yet to write in

Dark green lines stretching from margin to margin

At some point I will fill you with random poems like this

When that day comes on my shelf you will sit

With other notebooks like you sitting side by side

Until you all fill a bookshelf sky high.

Thank you, plaid green notebook, for giving me something to do

For giving me a reason to write in you.