I was just a lonely child
wandering the nameless routes
that led to absolutely nowhere.
I lost a plenty some of friends
I moped around with tears brimming my eyes
because I put people as a dear extension towards my heart.
I grew up; 5 years later, maybe 10
I stand tall with a spine so clean
and confidence so thick
but deep inside
I know that I am still a lonely child.
I was stuck
in mud
towards my childhood in quick sand
transitions between me and my senses live
"A Dream Within A Dream", Poe states
I reread it every night
every single bloody night
and I dream my dream
within a dream in a casket
I will live to have
my dream embedded within and into a system of a thousand other dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁