Guest Poet Christina M. Flinchum
PERPLEXED
In this abyss
I stand amiss
Neither perfect or imperfect
In a state of void
Each day seems empty
blending into the next
Not sure why I feel so vexed
Delusions while asleep and awake
Extraordinary dreams but don't
remember what they consist of
Feelings are strange
and contorted
twisted and distorted.
Why am I so full of sorrow?
Could it be I'm unsure about tomorrow . . .
September 1997
Christina M. Flinchum's Questions:
What do you think of the content of this poem?
Do you think with some work it could get published?
I have many more to submit if you think we could work with them?
Please let me know. Thanks so much.
Correspond with Christina M. Flinchum at
Coco255@aol.com
with your ideas about this poem.
The Albany Poetry Workshop