Sometimes i wish, all this was a dream
Just open my eyes and every slate gets cleaned
What if there was a hinge, to alter the time and things
A quite end to all my complaints, finally i could breathe some peace.
But sometimes i think, this is a dream within a dream, a perfect circle of recurrence, an silent scream.
I see the world within me, destroyed, deforested , just pitch black, no light could impale this mist.
Well i do wish, if there was a gist to understand the complications within.
My troubled mind couldn't fathom what's beyond and what's between.
Stuck in the pages of abandoned book, stories I Know, how should i proceed?
Saint i have become but my walls are painted with sins.
My escalated thoughts are escaping saying, you don't exist, Don't trust the skin you live in.
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Stuck In Between
Fantasywhat if everything was magic in this world?? Stuck in between is short story of uncertainties, that questions reality and dream escape to the place just to get stuck again. #Darsapoetry
