Dream of ChoiceA Poem by Evilhappywrite please read and enjoyIn confines, comfort, intimately I confess to me a dream does not come at nighttime, it happens over your lifetime, you see it as nothing less than a reality, where you've done it all right and achieved what you could at your very best perhaps as simple as a career, car and a new address I see a man who owns very little, on very much land and he spends his days in solitude, a revered calm from the ink smudged on his palm when he closes his hand around a pen, embracing the solace reinforces his attitude deep breaths, long hair a mess, his home open to the wind that blows a cool summer breeze handwritten notes, each letter is an atrocity, yet he stacks pages a day with ease The thing about him that I want more than anything he has, is when he stops, nothing else goes through him, and when I see him looking to me, forlorn and hopeful I know he'd part with that for someone who needs it. © 2021 Evilhappy |
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Added on February 21, 2021 Last Updated on February 21, 2021 AuthorEvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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