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Mind-travelling

a poem

By Moon DesertPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Every day, I feel like a distinct entity.

Splinters from my past constantly invade my thoughts.

Interiors passed; the atmosphere shattered.

Wherever I was yesterday,

today is not present.

I dwell in the past, with no one around me.

Only ghosts speak to me now,

they have a lot to say these days.

Is any of this true? Who cares?

There are stories on the other side.

These stories have been waiting for decades to come out.

Now is the right time for them to step out

of the shadows weighing on their souls.

They have an eternal shimmer reflected in the rippled water.

This descent into darkness must finally be over

when the sun comes out on the other side of the moon,

even if the clever clouds covered it up.

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

Where wild roses grow full of words...

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