Grandeur

in the dark
in my bed
thoughts of grandeur
in my head
racing like a single thought
going on, never stop
Thoughts of things so long ago
pretty, white, all aglow
people bowing on their knees
saying help us oh pretty please
never caring for what I feel
escaping prison once a year
when the morning light does shine,
the grandeur leaves me behind.

Adrienne Zukowski Kay

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