25 July 2015


somehow the way was lost
left wandering through contradictions
deaf by the silence
quickly slowing down
mouthing words that don't come out
since nothing's right went left
on top of the bottom
fumbling with frost bit fingers
numbly feeling for a feeling
can't concentrate the light's blinding
freezing to death in the hot sun
dying only to wake
realizing it was a dream

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

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