Stuck in a DreamA Poem by Not here
I'm stuck in a dream,
balancing on the beam above the deep hole where I'm too afraid to go. Never taking the time to theme all the things that continue to stream out of my mouth and soul as I let go and blow. Living here in my beautiful palace, bright as aurora borealis; unique as the flakes made of snow and living my life lookin so grand. Music playin in my head twenty-four seven even though my I spend my nights at a seven-eleven; most days it seems like I'm on the pathway to heaven even though I'm cut off like western Berlin during world war two. I'm straight up stuck; I'm screwed and all alone but I can't brood on all the joy and hope I allude to in my rhymes. I pursued them to the edge of the world but once again I was hurled off of my edge of despair into a dream world where affairs of my life seem to come so easy but now I'm feeling so queasy so it's time to shut off easy-peasey and turn on my power immortal as I step into this dream portal. © 2015 Not hereReviews
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