The dark forest in the night, the isolation, the
quiet. Anxiety flooding the corners of his mind.
That's where his nightmares begin.
The fears crawling into his mind
as he curls up on the ground,
no amount of blankets could keep him safe,
the cold, soaking him to the bones,
seeping into his body.
His family, his friends, arguing for the long hours of the day,
while he was curled
up with a book, drowning himself in words.
Fairy tales open to a meadow,
the dark forest fades until there are only shadows.
Flower blanket the earth, warmth bathes the world,
light wraps him, replacing the dull blankets he once had,
an adventure evades his mind, pulling him into a
fantasy...
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My Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
