Hello dear reader
I'm really not paying any attention to anything except the words we are given as prompts. My words are borne from those words, regardless of what direction we are prompted to go. I think I mentioned it earlier; I am very happy going my own direction. Today's poem gives us a contrast in perspective. This was and is my effort for Day 11 of OctPoWriMo. Please enjoy.
Rod E. Kok
Bright lights,
warm vibes;
boundless energy
spins around
this room.
Darkness;
cold fingers
grip my heart.
I cannot move
back
to where I was.
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