Today I was trying to write poems because my attention span has been dwindling from an already low level. If this poem seems incoherent, it is probably because my head is still scrambled with emotions.
… Unresolved Anticipation …
Can I ask where we stand?
Or are we diving
Off the cliff into a rocky sea bed
Low tide in the bay.
Or have we landed with scrapes,
Cuts, gashes and bruises,
Too later for the soothing water to rise.
And where did we start?
Or was it over before the beginning,
On a secret cloud or hidden
On a Candyland board somewhere in the gum drop forest.
Fantastic or fantasy?
And where will we go?
bluelightening 
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