Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Turmoil

by Andrew Smith

In the swirling clouds of make-believe
 
I soar ever upwards to my destiny
 
With the emptiness of failed ambition
 
Biting deep within my soul
 
A shell like vessel drifting
 
In life’s eternal sea
 
Yet, that which lies before me still unknown
 
A mystery with magical connotations
 
For my minds engulfing dream

To torment endless time and space

Added: 14.04.2011

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