I’m changing the levels,
The water is settled, I’m fighting your devils.
I hate this dimension – this state,
Mirages they sparkle, but lies they create.
The depth of these dungeons make my blood cold,
They make me feel old. What will get resolved?
Water brings life and also erosion,
But I was alive when I fell in the ocean.
I’ve locked myself within this hall,
Of glistening walls, I am your thrall.
Yet I still talk, so that you’d stay,
And you drown my voice, and look away.
Once more the water levels rise,
The more I fill my head with lies,
And hopeful stories I have created,
Which only lead to being isolated.
Water temple, palace of tricks,
Crystal garden of delusional trips,
Conjuration of colouration,
A beautiful hallucination
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Author:
Starbeam (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2024 08:57
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Beautiful! You do know your words. That’s a big deal; IMhO, specially where poetry is concerned. 👍🏻 Welcome to MPS 👋🏻
Thank you! That means a lot xx
You’re most welcome 🙏🏻
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