Poetic Grit Poem by Amanda Shelton

Between the teeth of monster's
grind the bone and flesh of
forgotten dreams.

As nightmares wake to shadow
and fear, my mind sail's the
oceans chasma deeply driven
by futures pull.

Reality forever leaps forward
into the depths of colliding
waves of experience.

Upon the rim I ride, I tip
slowly into the center of
lucid dreams like a dancer
dancing with its shadow.

These monsters that I create,
grimly I took a leap.

With a mouth full of inky grit
I spit my passion for expression
as poetry leaps onto the pages.