Future Self

Wed, 04/07/2021 - 03:54 -- Elhumin

Little blue round creatures of comfort.

Blanket your body with a feeling in which there is 

no word.

Slip away.

Let it slip away.

I found my way.  I found my way.

I thought. 
Clouds start to part. Here come those Jesus rays.

I save the rest for another day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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