Listen to poem:
The What Ifs
swirl round and round
in my night skies
drifting off
soon out of sight
vanishing without a chance
as if they never were
and then when things go numb
i reinvent new bubbles to launch
with no trace of illusion
AP: 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
