My mind often wanders to a place far from here,
What I may stumble upon may be dark, I do fear;
My wildest hopes, fiercest dreams, they are so far away,
This dark cloud that consumes me appears to remain.
Nightmares are dreams too I've often been told,
My nightmares are now true and my heart's become cold.
Quite often, you see, my mind wanders somewhere dark,
And this, for me, is where my nightmares start.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
