where do we go

Blackstar

Where do we go

When we sleep dear friend

The existence itself which we share

 

The twirling and dancing

The warm romancing

The time ticks by as it ends

 

I wander reversed

This waking a curse

A nightmare to lose you or worse

 

Yet I wander in room

Coffee sounds loom

And wake fast to day

 

Now in confusion lay

 

For the sound was the bath

It happened so fast

While the minutes did pass

 

Laying unmoving in rem

 

A night hag reversed

For I woke with a burst

Yet in dream, paralysis

I ask again Alice

 

Where is it we go

 

Where did I wander

To walk into waking room

See you again

I return

  • Author: Blackstar (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2022 03:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Life... a grand and intoxicating reality. This one will end up In the trash pile
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 16
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    'I ask again Alice'
    lol
    such gripping, dramatic expression
    then modernity, sticks
    its head out
    and all that brooding seriousness
    is but, voice commands
    nonsense
    and ambitious end rhymes...
    (I thought this was such a fun read!
    but, I'm sorry
    if my interpretation
    is in any way, offensive
    I meant no disrespect)
    thanks for sharing

    • Blackstar

      None at all. I have shared a lot of time with this random identity, she is an interesting one, and dreams with her are never dull or boring

    • peto

      Did you get your name from Radiohead song?
      1st read from you
      Thought provoking to say the least
      Hope the waking ceases being cursed
      Enjoyed

      • Blackstar

        Oh ffs. I meant to reply and hit report. This site is so backwards. As I tried to explain, before uselessly taking admins time, was it is not as dark as it seems. My life, distance, gravity, and shedding skin left me more able to relate to space than humankind



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