Fragment of a figment Illuminates the darkness for only a brief moment A spark Gone before eyes can adjust Leaving a feeling of longing- Longing for a place to belong -Kel Dayheart * A reposting of my first poem here  

Goldfish Memories

Swimming along in circles In my little glass bowl It's exhausting to keep going My saving grace Is that shortly I won't remember -Kel Dayheart

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