I dare not do it
But I have no other choice.
I'm doomed to see you,
Doomed to hear your voice.
Your eerie aura I'll feel.
What can i do now?
You cannot be real!
Where do I escape to? How?
My mind's blazing up!
I am spacing out!
Feels like an eternity.
Strange dreaming: No doubt.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
