After a morning Of struggling With my identity I walk Another walk Alone. This time On the streets Of the old neighborhood,
By Delleina4 years ago in Poets
Thank You! Thank You! Oh, Bless you! Thank You! Ok, just pull around to the side And, Ugh! My NEIGHBOR! He never parks like that- Right where You were supposed to park!
I did this thing quite unintentionally Upon my return-(My 52nd, actually!) to the ‘city’ Feeling refreshed from my time in nature, and a little woozy
Sherry had been back on Earth for some time now after Heaven closed Its doors. Waking in a cold sweat from the same recurring dream became the norm for her, like so many others who would succumb to the infinite purgatory of the dense physical plane.
By Delleina5 years ago in Fiction
