this little world poem by steven james humphreys
Nostalgia

this little world

this little world I’m in

as I write

is my own sanctuary of sorts

that I drift in and out of

and I write these words

that flow out from the invisible

essence of me

as best I can

and then I wake up

out of this self contained mental world

and go back to

fixing something around the house,

making my lunch

and then fall back

to sleep

for a while…

my routine afternoon nap.

 

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