Poetry
talking to yourself
in/comprehensible jumbles
matching the striped suits
of paper authors clutched
into soft pillows
dreaming of salvation
army bookworms
marching to the cadence
of false hope
waiting for the last
merciful black door
to open wide enough
to let the vapors
seep back into the void
Copyright © Patricia J Carter | Year Posted 2015
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