January 10th, 2025
I am not a poet; but I have recently been inundated by poetry. The words are not easy for me to read. I sometimes have to cheat and use ChatGPT. Sometimes, the words give me a warm hug, and it all makes sense.
This poem was written today; it might not be any good to others, but I am so proud of it. My words can have meaning; and I love sharing them with the world.
You are the illusion I see in front of me.
Neither good nor bad.
The ghost I try to press against.
Fooling myself you are tree.
There is no tree. Just me. Alone.
Looking for the illusion I thought I saw.
Am I crazy. I swear you were real.
And now I dip my toe in a river.
It feels warms and safe.
But only a fool would think a river could feel that way.
Only a fool would jump into a rushing river.
I hold my breath. Splash
Love, Bkap ⭐️
I have seen with my own eyes, the Sibyl hanging in a jar, and when the boys asked her “What do you want?”, she replied, “I want to die.”
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