Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
I have always lived in a story,
it is just my nature, to drift in non Reality,
To breathe out universes and lives and fractured skies
That will Never physically materialize.
No. i’m
Not illogical,
Not nonsensical, paradoxical, theatrical
I have some semblance of reality grounding me
But… have you ever tried to fly?
To be reborn anew each night and day like a phoenix?
To live a thousand lives before serene sleep,
and die a thousand deaths dug deep?
Oh mother,
My curse is clear. I Am A Dreamer.
I care far too much in times that don't matter
And far too little on times I should rather.
I live between the tick and chime,
A haunted ghost misplaced in linear time.
I was born whispering fables, fighting fire aflame,
and I’ll die unnamed, always still doing the same.
I persist.
I exist.
I drift.
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Comments3
Although you call this a curse
I can see a blessing in the dreamer
Stunning writing
Last verse particularly good
A wonderfully written write, it can be a curse or blessing to be a dreamer, if we can't dream what else is there, enjoyed the read
Some would say this poem describes well the poet. It has some wonderful lines
I live between the tick and chime,
A haunted ghost misplaced in linear time.
There is room in this world for dreamers and poets. Dach of us have a role to fill. A fave
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