Not Prepared

Poetry, Writing

Would it come,
To this moment?
In this time,
In this place.
Dreams of moments,
Long since gone.
Thoughts and feelings,
Dreams and meanings.
Now there is nothing,
And we were not prepared.

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. 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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