Poetry

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Imani Flowers

Spring 2016
​"Wanderlust"

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WanderLust

I was reminded of my nostalgic thoughts.
Meshed summaries they were.
Jhene Aiko’s lyrics, Wading, in the background.

I prefer my thoughts left cold,
But instead they scald me.
My thoughts are entangled, they hurdle over this twisted brain of mine.

They leave me eager, prisoner.
I am solid, but they are forced on me like plaid on a kilt.
I wish I could run to the nearest harbor in my soul, I can’t.

With regrets of leaving thoughts in a heap on my brain
I’ve managed to recollect them, my control in a weighted tome.

March 6, 2016