Written: by Tom Wright
Drifting toward slumber,
I meditated on earlier occurrences.
Shortly, dreams transported me
To an eerie place;
Where, at curbside, hopelessly I sat
As a pauper cloaked in rage;
Just then the Security Alarm went off,
And I was kidnapped by reality.
Leaving mind’s specter,
To crawl back into the shadows;
This captures my time
When its seventeen degrees outside.
Copyright © Tom Wright