A lethal calm
Falls over me
As I open the door
Stepping into the land of
Snowy mountains,
Flowery meadows,
Autumn forests,
Swirling colors,
Sweeping into the minds
Of the people who don't exist
And never will
But who live in
The memory
And imagination
Of those who do.
The world of realms
The castles of kings and queens
The faith in the poor
The hope in the rich
The tears of the different
The laughter as they are all the same
The action of war
The death of favorites
All passing by in a blink
A whole lifetime trapped
A whole different story
As each realm holds something new
Moving so fast
Yet so slow
But before you know it
Their lives are complete
And no more tale to tell
The people whirl away
Changed by the end
Different but the same
As they are all tormented
And laughter echoes
As you step back through
That big door
Made of wood,
Paper,
Leather,
Fear,
Hate,
Smiles,
Joy,
And back into the horrendous
Real world
With crime
And disease
And hate.
Hate so imaginable as it comes from all angles
And you think
Maybe it is better back there
So you open another door,
And begin a new life.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Puisi"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
