Freehand Poem #18

Cool day in SLC. I have today off, planning on relaxing all day. Here are more mutterings of mine.

Listening to: Coachella-woodstock in my mind by Lana Del Rey


 

The sun heats the glory, in my blood, a vein

of rage rushes on. The end of the night, and

the gold in my mind resonates with hell below.

What dreams become reality when the sun

rises over those mountains? Silver light and

calm, blissful, embalm me. Save me

from the endless night that plagues my mind.

 


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

1 thought on “Freehand Poem #18”

  1. Oh wow Alina. So much contrast there. Conjures up so many images. I,like this.

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