Carried by the exsistance of a ghost,
Carried, such distances, the miles they wander is unreal,
Unrecognizable, I can't tell if I'm running towards home,
The wands and winds of transparent tapestries,
That blur our vision that stings,
Hiding my face in his ghastly clothes, fighting the wind,
As we flutter on by,
Ain't no call for help,
I just can't seem to recognize myself,
Floating off, taken off,
Blown away, turned around,
Where again? Which direction did he transport me from home.
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
