Thursday's MusingsA Poem by therisa When a mind wanders. Mind lost In a mental fog. Where words are nonsense Sounding like A foreign language Once made sense. Comprehension A lie told To hide our blankness. Like the plastic smile From a salesclerk Trying to sell us Something we don't need. Moving through A sea of disposable items Interchangeable With each other. For a penny Or two Should you have it. As we gasp Upon the very air Used to build Our Utopian world.
© 2014 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 6, 2014 Last Updated on October 6, 2014 Author
therisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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