It's hard to breathe most days.
Hard to tell if it is the mold, dust or depression.
To wish all of this was a dream would be a dream.
As reality closes in, I think, I should have continued the lie.
What we give in return just to die.
Aviaries brim with gold and green.
Far from the eye waiting to be seen.
Heavens await breaking the dream.
Lessons broke the fragile mind it seems.
~I.S.~
-
Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2023 02:01
- Comment from author about the poem: 15.2023.07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Offline)
Comments1
Most telling line for me was
"I think I should have continued the lie"
I get the temptation to escape reality
However
Your truth shines here in the end
Thank you
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.