Poem from a recurring dream.

I have built a little cage on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend– to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Cushioned by the delusion of safety, I hang there trapped– above murky waters- as if sitting alone in a cage– is  preferable to the risk of drowning. I watch with […]

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Days in the haunted room a poem

I find myself at times living my life as if I was trapped in a haunted room– spending all  my days and nights all alone with my hopeless longings hanging like torn and tattered curtains, heavy with years. Ghostly companions whispering in the dark And even when I try to escape I can’t get far– […]

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