I Search In Dreams Poem by anais vionet

I Search In Dreams



I pray to that dead
criminal Jesus - to set
us right - restore us.

We're a mess - like
spilled salt - remember the
fresh air of freedom?

In dreams I search - there
must be a cure lying
around somewhere..

Eyelid shades
open on chiaroscuro
lit, moody mornings.

I keep my head down
I'm doing my fey best, to
let nothing touch me.

Monday, September 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: isolation,pray,teen,virus
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I'm SO tired of this virus-world.
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anais vionet

anais vionet

Paris, France
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