The Third of March | Poem

A poem I wrote as part of my class I take at NMIT. We were asked to write a poem every day for five days. It was fun, I guess.

I woke strangely this morning.

My thoughts scattered.

Patterns shifted.

I had some kind of dream

that faded before I could imprint it into my memory.

I remember there was a


And a moment of profound feeling.

That feeling however

escapes me.

But it was unnerving,

and important.

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