I watch as everyone gets smothered by the flames
the crackling of the fire as it burns the building
the world is meeting its inevitable end
so why am I not gone yet..?
~end
-
Author:
vanessa wallace (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2019 20:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This short poem is simply about being in a dream that appears and feels real, but in reality, is nothing more than a figment of your own imagination. I wrote a story not long ago about someone detaching from reality and becoming obsessed with their dreams. It's a fascinating topic and I want to write about it more. Perhaps I'll write more poems based off of this one.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Offline)
Comments1
Because it's a dream, not all dreams come true, only those that bring you joy come true.
Practically. Its a loop I used to be obsessed with.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.