Sludge (a Poem)

Today I feel like sludge inside.

It flows out of my feet.

I see it creep across the lawn

and up into the trees,

which are bare of their leaves.


I walk the orchard

to see over the hill.

The wind blows my hair up

and I stand in those trees

until my mind stills.


Oh, now I see the light.

Published by Dawn M. Paul

I am an artist and writer at Come take a mental rest with me.

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