Dreams with wings


Brazed,bruised paths
Draped in a carpet
Of trivial footsteps.
I Drown in wilted
Aspirations of yet
another hateful tomorrow;
Beads of perspiration
Whisper sneeringly;
Snipping apart my
Skin in fierce dissatisfaction;
Pallid thoughts
Glow in whimpering limelight.
The desk lamp whines
With piled work.
I close my eyes
To scare away daft previsions.
My fingers scrunch
And grab a reed;
My mind feels light
As I ooze dreams
Onto the paper which
I see, have grown wings.

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