i'm hurtling through the tunnel.
the world is flashing by.
the faces surrounding me
are watching and waiting;
no one knows their purpose.
i want to know the truth!
i want to have some peace!
my mind is ravaged,
my soul is damaged;
where will i find my heart?
if life, in truth, is but a trick,
some cruel game played on us,
then flashing worlds and unknown faces
may be all we ever know,
dancing pointlessly through the tunnel.
author's note: i hope i didn't drift too far away from my (own) prompt ...
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Imaginary Friends
PoetryThis was a collaborative work with my friend, who was writing a book by the same name. With this book, we basically could come up with a topic or prompt and write a poem each on that topic, and publish it in our respective books. We were allowed to...
