Anticipation comes
When I'm alone
In the dark
Behind closed blinds
My mind is oozing
Creating what is lost.
I found myself in deep dungeon bellow the rocks
Wiped the dust
Sprayed my luck
My friend's a moth.
The light was once
What I needed most
But now
I know
The story is yet to be told
I found myself stuck in-between icy earth
Ocean deep
Clouds too soft
Discovered
Not lost
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
