05:55
That image is of this house
The one with the upside down doors
Except this time the doors are upright
And it's the walls which are upside down.
If I was conscious,
I wouldn't see this.
I turn to my left and I see a balcony
I turn to my left and I see a balcony
I turn to myself, and see the balcony
So I look through and see them
The lion's drowned corpse is the floor
The goblin is dancing with the ghost,
So far on the edge they will fall.
And the moon holds the fairy custody,
Sharing their silent view as the same.
I am so overjoyed at the sight I look to my right
And see the muse. Gesturing a hug.
In the dim room
she is comfortable within.
I am presented with a choice.
The balcony or the darkness.
And with the leap I've been holding back.
I wake up in the option which leaves me satisfied.
YOU ARE READING
The New Year Lore
PoetryPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
