The audacity -
My state of melodrama;
I aught not to have been
So stolen,
A heartbeat from trauma.
Oh feeble capacity!
To the pages my mind does flee!
And my heart puppeteered,
The ecstatic follower,
Oh escaping wallower!
Through foreign worlds steered,
Chasing lost ecstasy.
How could you just end?
Though I raced towards answers,
A Sherlock at light-speed,
Without heed,
Spun around by your dancers
Out over the bend.
One more adventure dear friend!
I beg of you - please...
Don't leave my heart
Intwined in your art
With such apathetic ease;
Oh how love does offend!
My fingers touch air...
Only blank pages left;
I aught not
To be so distraught,
Sorrowful and bereft,
But I just sit there and stare.
YOU ARE READING
Visions and Dreams
PoetryOh Sleep, my loving respite, this is for you! A compilation of poems that every bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived soul can relate to; enjoy! I've recently added poems about reading and books, dreams and wishes - check it out!
