The forgotten time, vague and blurry,
Coated by the curtains of reality
Purple grass and upside-down trees,
Endless fields, deserts and seas,
The empty feeling of traversing worlds
Back to where I wake up daily
Distant sounds, close-up whispers
Somewhat familiar screams.
Even the desire to never forget
Cannot unveil a dream
I try to go back, try to remember,
Try to return to a world created
By none other than me.
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'The empty feeling of traversing worlds
Back to where I wake up daily
Distant sounds, close-up whispers
Somewhat familiar screams.
Even the desire to never forget
Cannot unveil a dream'..
under 'life weary'
in the dictionary
your words should appear..
(such a relatable, depiction
astute imagery
and such seamless, poetic flow)
a great read! thanks for sharing
stay strong, dear poet
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