Me and my mind become good friends everynight when i find myself drifting away into my daydreams.


Far Enough To Touch

I escape into my dreams
with eyes wide open
and I'm chasing after danger
My fingers are frost cold
And my toes clenched to find comfort
My breath is slow;
as my exhales cross my gaze
Cold gusts leave my coat unsettled
As the cigarette allows me no time to rest
My mind feeds me perfection
Almost too sweet to enjoy
It grants my every wish
Causing a smirk to roof my chin
As i caress the bud
I feel a pinch
My thumb has got a burn;
So i pay it a second
But as i do
I cant feel my dream anymore
Ive lost touch; and the bus is here now.



Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2016-01-26 at 11:04

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