The World Distorts

picture poem, Poetry, Uncategorized 
Can't see,
The world distorts,
And all this time,
I've been looking too close to me...
To notice,
The danger just unfocused,
Waiting to hit,
And end my dream.
Can’t see,
The world distorts,
And all this time,
I’ve been looking to close to me,
To notice,
The danger just unfocused,
Waiting to hit,
And end my dream.

Published by Wandering Poem

I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published. I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters. My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality. My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.

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