Imagination
I have created a world of my own,
Out of my imagination.
They have helped me through it all,
Figments of my creation.
But when the night comes and
My soul is heavy with grief,
I turn to them and realize that
Empty air gives no relief.
- why is everyone i love
not real?
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midnight thoughts | a book of poetry
PoésieIt's when the clock strikes midnight and the world is covered in darkness That my mind decides to stay awake.
