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Poesía

late night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]

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by echoes-

by echoes-

I dream of a forest,
basking in the morning sun
breathing in the fresh air
a wild place, unkempt

I dream of the cold,
goosebumps on my skin
shaky breaths as I struggle

I dream of the darkness
closing in on me
suffocating me

I dream
and dream
and dream
and I can't make it stop,
I can't get out

It's like I'm trapped
in a labyrinth
of my own making

and slowly the lines
between fantasy
and reality
start to blur

[I am trapped in my own dreams]