Fragmented portions of false truths. Cluttering. Imaginary. Too loud, like a brassy trumpet yelling in my ear. Yet still too distant to make a sound. poem by jaceycaitlynspeaks © 2017 daily prompt: Imaginary Brassy Portion Distant Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related 4 thoughts on “” Add yours I loved this!! Brief, but poignant and powerful LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you so much! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Reblogged this on Site Title. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks for the reblog!!! ❤ LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.