I heard voices,
Decipher not one.
They heard me not,
As I struggled to lift up –
Enveloped in fear ‘n’ trembling.
“Not real” heard distantly,
I wake up with a racing heart.
Sleep wasn’t peaceful.
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Category: Creative
Privacy
Hiding behind the scene,
She hoped to remain unseen;
“Private I am and share not my mind.”
Her performance a dream;
Applause heard among scream;
“Private I am and save me my name.”
Who she is, mattered everywhere.
Who she truly is, mattered to none;
“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”
And thoughts conflicted
Between real and realm
In her sacred private space.
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Float
Curtains fell and bottles rolled
I floated in thin air.
Sometimes mind revels in moments
And absent-mindedness gets an appraisal.
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