Friday, September 25, 2020

New Poem-thought "Real"

 

 I'm kind of repeating, but it has another meaning. It has more to do with abuse. I hate the way my brain works, but I might as well roll with the punches.

"Real"


You left me with permanent stars.

My head, it reels and reels.

I spin in a hurricane, the eye,

Left for what is truly real.

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