Wrapped in wisteria
Wounded by dreams
There are so many
Moments that I wish
Could be unseen
These spring
Fevered dreams
That keep me
Awake at night and
Anxiety filled days
That constantly ask
Am I doing
This right?
When the voice
Of reason
Left
Long ago
And your
Aching
For something
But
What it is
You don’t know.
💫Amber Comber
