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A Foggy Dream

Flowing liquid
Narrow channels
I can feel the harsh wind
But I have to walk through
Every boundary seems foggy
As I strive to break out of this stupor

Mind full of anxieties
Too many demons to pummel
But the only one I can see is me
No place secure enough to break into
I pray hard for the curse to be broken
The rock I was holding on to was just a loose gravel

This ‘Golden Shovel’ Poem was written in response to David’s W3 prompt for this week. I have used the following lines as the last words for my poem :

Liquid channels wind through foggy stupor
Anxieties pummel me into broken gravel

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