Guest Poet Christina M. Flinchum


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.

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with your ideas about this poem.

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