A Poem # 11, plus it’s the last day of my poetry book sale

This poem was written on June 2, 1995. I used to spend a lot of time making up stories in my head. I still do that, but I write them down now.

Imagination

I imagine all the things I’m good at

I imagine the things I can do

I use my imagination so much

I don’t know the difference

Between the false and the true

I imagine how I look

And how many friends I have

Being inside my imagination is like a book

The stories change

But really things stay the same

My imagination is driving me insane

I imagine all the things I have

I imagine how I am

I imagine what I wish to be

I never imagine what I really am

The key

To my imagination must never be found

If anyone does I will be let down

My imagination will never work again

I must admit

My imagination is my best friend.

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There’s about 17 hours left on the sale price for my second poetry book, Asleep and Dreaming. It is $2.99 (usually $4.99). This book is for anyone who ever lost someone they loved, dealt with bullies and detractors or struggled with not fitting into societal norms.