Endless Dream
Here we go
Here I go
disappearing again
into the riptide
of anonymity.
I vacillate between
here and there,
never really anywhere
but inside my head.
I pull the covers
over my head
feel the dread
seeping in like
spectral fingers,
Here I go
disappearing again
into the riptide
of anonymity.
I vacillate between
here and there,
never really anywhere
but inside my head.
I pull the covers
over my head
feel the dread
seeping in like
spectral fingers,
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry