Poetry
Imani Flowers
Spring 2016
"Wanderlust"
"Wanderlust"
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