At times I cannot help
But wish it all a drowsy nightmare
A hallucination in the dark warmth
Of that blue bed, in that blue room
At times I cannot help
But hope it all a long dreary dream
And to wake to the sight of naked joy
A chasm once again made to close
I often think what it might be like
Had it been an imaginary rift
And that I could be lucid once more
Feeling whole, if that was reality
I often comfort the idea
That I am still in stasis
That I may soon be where I once was
That I may soon be who I once was
The problem that arises is that
While I may have once been so
They will never again be
As they never actually were
At times I fall into the delusion
That what I saw is what was
When in reality, what was
Tricked me into comfort
A world which never has
And never will
Be
YOU ARE READING
Nothing I can do...
PoesiaThis is the collection of poetry that I've written over several months which I will be releasing in parts.
