there are things that I cannot envision
when in my head I cannot see visions
just multiple riddling decisions
based on the delusional of false premonitions
dreams that give me permission to follow my gut
just pure intuition
when i see them come to fruition in my own reality
the fear starts to set in
i shake and i tremble and wonder what does it all mean
why do i lay in peaceful slumber dreaming horrid things
it's nothing to be proud of; i should intervene
yet i want to see if it's real or just me
delving back into my rabbit hole
taking it all too seriously
telling myself over and over
that what I see, I don't need to believe
but what of the proof in front of me?
are they things that I cannot see?
invisible shapes that haunt my subconscious
call it a ghost or call it a demon
my angels give me serenity
these horrors bring out the best of me
the wicked rooms that've altered me
the world I seek yet drags me beneath
I cannot trust myself...
... but when will I realize
the things I cannot control are the things controlling me
pigs, wolf, breathe
the real "Big 3"
my head lets me think of few others
their shapes vividly visible
it's my own mind that grows entities that cannot be seen
most of them inadmissible
no law can hold me back
no court can justify
the thoughts behind my eyes
the shapes made up inside
it's a crazy place; that Underland
how did young Alice survive?
how will I?
all these shapes
all these truths
and all these lives
i see too many good people and their demise
i see too many bad people and their disguise
if I can see the good and the bad,
then what am I?
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Prompt Poetry
PoetryThis is about growth This is about life This is about grief and strife This is about love This is about faith This is about years and hate But I'm ready for it 💚 Using prompts from peakogreen on Tumblr
