Turbulent
Blank horizons, desolate space
Oblivion in this place
Grey fibers, blank wonder
Losing its luster
Exhausted dreams, taunted hopelessness
Emptiness in this openness
Ruptured dreams, fractured spindles
Ideas are hindered
Stamped with astuteness
Reality refocused, thank goodness
Copyright © Sierra Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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