Bolt

I count to ten
'till the next very second
when my mind and heart
collides with life's ideals.
When after all the sweat
from everyday's endeavors,
A brief pause
would carry my feet
back to my imaginary world.

With just a tease
from a chaste shadow,
Are fireworks
of a thousand and one emotions.
Lost in my wilderness of thoughts,
this vehicle that will carry me off
Away from prejudice
to my own orthodox.

poem by Marie Joyce B. Negapatan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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