Everytime I close my eyes,
A different world I see.
Sometimes it is bright and good,
Sometimes a dark scenery.
Sometimes I see myself
On a throne with corpses below
But sometimes I am the one
Who can only feel sorrow
Sometimes I dance in the gardens.
Sometimes I don't care at all.
Sometimes I stand with people
But it's only me, about to fall.
Sometimes I fly above
Sometimes I crash,
Sometimes I lose control
Sometimes it's the last.
But at times I ask myself,
How much is really left?
For how much time can I close my eyes
And ignore the happening theft.
Reality will catch up.
And will shake me awake,
It shall make me see,
What was always fake.
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PoetryHello people! I am Sania Zehra and this is my first ever book to be published anywhere. I have been writing poems from a very long time and I have been using it as a tool to express myself. So I took some of my poems and made their collection for it...
