Saturday, November 9, 2013

Angst

I'm never alone in my dreams
or in my poetry
where I open myself to your inspection
but care not about your approval
yet my nightmares
find a lone soul
gasping for air in seas of rejection
while life ring words
glance off my fingertips
just out of reach.
But that's not really alone,
just a scarier version
of togetherness.

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