I saw clearer
in the fog, from a fettered brain,
the height of it.
The length of your depth.
The flatland of your thought
and all your angles laid bare.
My diminished bank account confirmed it.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I saw clearer
in the fog, from a fettered brain,
the height of it.
The length of your depth.
The flatland of your thought
and all your angles laid bare.
My diminished bank account confirmed it.
Nice poetic play with words to highlight the final point.
Thanks very much for commenting. It is reassuring. I think I’ll add more to this but it has potential.