disposition

By: Shelbi Henny

Crazy living through words
turning into a curse
playing with ghost 
that trap you sand castles
and love you with envy
how can i be heard when 
no one can feel me
no one can see me 
just distant memories
once upon a time
almost feelings
troubled soul gliding into obstruction
feeling like i've been abducted 
enlightened but also constructed
to believe in fairy tales
dreams never tell the truth
clouds seem transparent 
reading the story I've told so many times
living the scenes i aligned tell me 
can you understand 
a writer's disposition 
all that i am missing

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