Your World Is Not Mine Poem by E. E. Green

Your World Is Not Mine



This feeling
appears
Like the sweeping titles
of Gone With The Wind
It opens with bump and flow
and the thought
Reveals
that I am not one of you.
I have landed here from
dreams
In some kind of sleep paralysis,
I’m stuck.
Let me out.
Phone home.
Part the Sea.
I am on a collision
Path
With myself.
Set me free…

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E. E. Green

E. E. Green

New York, NY
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