In the Backstreets of My Mind
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In the back streets of my mind, I sail
in a sea of daydreams, my imagination
is sometimes free to run helter-skelter.
Thoughts of tomorrow haunt me.
It can be tough to navigate through
this head that thinks for me. There are
often traffic jams in the highway;
the railroad tracks visibly rusty
The footpath gets dark some days
so I walk it with a flashlight. But the days
are mostly sunny and bright. Memories
always bloom like flowers in spring.
They also swirl like a tornado
every now and then. When I rise
at dawn, a thought runs through
the backstreet of my mind...
"What's for breakfast?"
Submitted for...
Strand Select F,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/06/2020
Date written: 09/26/2019
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2019
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