Notes About The Poem

Choices I make

There are arches and doorknobs
i feel with my hands but,
instead of pushing through,
around and round
i meander clueless,
my head in a cloud
caught up in the darkness
coddling to the point
of despair and delusion.



AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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July 17, 2025 at 5:27 PM
the last two lines spoke to me. Sometimes I feel clueless and don't always push through my disallusionment. Getting better, though. :-)
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