What is I? Who is this place? Why is the answer Every breath is a lie. Loud sirens at night The threadbare shirt Fond memories hurt Real and fantasy fight. The steep mountains Oil spilled in the…
Tag: Abstract
Abstract Poem
What is abstract imagery? Is it when I drown in the dark depths of the ocean of grief? Or when the frolicking waves dance with my ecstasy? Do I let my emotions ebb and flow like the tides? Can the…