Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Do I steal extra days from others?
I let my thoughts fly, escape
With the lyrics of my favourite song
Waiting to crystalise in a new world
In the distance a fire pit glows
My thoughts thrash back and forward
Needing to land where Jasper stands
I feel my heart drip cold blood on the pole below
I am hostess of my own deception
Looking for an angel not nailed to the cross
Whose wings are not so white
A depiction of thoughts still to come…

© AnitaDawes2021