Turmoil.... Poem by Jennie Bregan

Turmoil....



Standing here feeling dread...My thoughts are scrambled in my head. Stressed out to the tenth degree...I only long to be set free. Silver slices the still air...red moon rises and remains there. The river runs from clear to red, the body now relaxed is ready for bed. Red moon sets into the night...dreams flow in and turmoils temporarily take flight.

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Jennie Bregan

Jennie Bregan

uniontown pennsylvania
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