Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Poem Number Thirteen

 "Castles."


I wish a hundred million things

But mostly to be heard

Instead I sit here hoping

Building castles out of words


Most people cannot see them

I only show them to a few

But I can’t promise reality

Or things perfect or true


Mostly it’s my messed-up thoughts. 

Gold eyes, white lies.


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