A Poem
The Only Chance
Of Finding Our Way
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1 min readJun 27, 2020
I reach inside
my coat to find
a small stick of gum.
I chew slowly,
anticipating the moment
when my physical body
dissolves and I materialize
in another dimension
where disease no longer
exists and I have
the opportunity to live
a long happy life without
suffering and pain.
Sometimes we must cling
to hope even in the darkest
hours of our lives.
Sometimes our fantasies
are the only chance
we have of finding
our way through the forest.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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