It is my escape
My resting place
It is my prison
My glass cage
It is my corner
My part of the world
I go there
When I need to unwind
To avoid reality
Yet I hate it
It reminds me of times
Gone and passed
When I have found myself
Friendless
Yet I welcome it
It leaves me alone
To reflect
And to think
It is despairing
Full of loneliness
With memories of the past
Things I wish to forget
It is peaceful
Full of hope
With thoughts of the future
Things I wish to know
It is full of the past
The essence of the present
With the dreams of the future
Silence.
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ramblings
Poetryto be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly writ...
