Anger of a dream
Floating on the surface of what was once a
Brain
Stands unrecognized the
Dream, the
Anger, the
Rage that
Floods the corners of a
Memory being
Lost into
History, my
History, where could I be
Place, unknown
Time, unknown
Me, unknown
Blank, unknown, or is it
All I know
Blank is what is left of a
Dream, once.
January 12, 2016
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Lovely. Well written.
Mind checking my latest poem?
If you’re interested – https://anunexpectedpoet.wordpress.com/2016/01/08/a-caterpillar-in-her-cocoon/
Thank you.