I stand sedated on the path of nightmares and dreams
not knowing which way to escape these endless reels
left... down the moon lit road
filled with dark twists and turns and alleyways
or right... down the sun lit field
where the flowers sing of a love
this mortal world has never seen
while the trees pull on my clothes
begging me to turn back to the forest and valleys
but I stand sedated as my feet slowly sink
with my arms stretched wide
surrounded by flickering candles of a broken essence
on the path of nightmares and dreams
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2023 09:32
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Comments2
Ahh, a bad hair day - or night!
Who swapped my shampoo bottle with that bottle of green colouring? I look a sight now! lol.
And oohh, that guy (or gal) in your pic needs a good meal inside them. Looks a bit skinny to me! lol.
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