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Bless Villena

(12/26/1982 / Philippines)

Invisible Dread


Invisible dread
wrapped all around
like bunched up sheets
when you toss and turn
on your bed

Invisible dread
that can almost be tasted
in your morning coffee
thick and cloying
yet you swallow it whole

Invisible dread
whitewashes your heart
each day you fade
layer after layer
until you are gone

Submitted: Saturday, June 28, 2008
Edited: Saturday, June 28, 2008

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  • Chris Newlash (9/21/2008 10:42:00 AM)

    Thanks for reading my poems, I'm glad you liked them, and I really like this poem it's very descpitpive! (Report) Reply

  • Stone Granite (7/11/2008 9:52:00 PM)

    The more you toss in bed, the more wrapped in the sheets you become – perfect imagery and a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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