BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 11, NAPOWRIMO

 

When I was a boy

under blankets 

I twisted through dreams

that turned on me

soft and slow

as if time 

had slipped from my hands 

in my desire to turn 

from boy to man

but now I wonder if time

was warning me

of the ties 

that get lost 

when we try to outrun

our fears.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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2 thoughts on “BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 11, NAPOWRIMO

  1. memadtwo

    I like the way all of your posts are bound together, with ideas, words, and lines.
    When we are young we are eager to be grown up, but once we get there…ah, hindsight. (K)

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