Unreality

A dark figure
Smokes outside the shoe shop,
Overlooked
By a derelict mall.

This is where
The sleep is spent.

It is night.
The power is out,
The man is out
And the soul jumped over the moon.

Within all this,
Are the imaginations
That the silent dreamer
Dreams in the hidden place.

These memories mixed
Create something
Not quite known.

It is being driven
In a taxi
By a quiet driver,
Forgotten for a moment
To be realized in mild shock,
The roadway in shadow, endless.

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Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

This one is a bit tougher to figure out for me. The imagery worked well and so did the almost dream like experience, but did you mean for it to be that way, or am I way off?

[Thomas Kainaroi]

My poetry, and generally most of my writing tends to be on the surreal, abstract side. I mix dreams and real life and add my emotion and imagination into the mix. I like it to be somewhat hard to figure out, while seemingly some things can be grasped.

[Anushka]

Really powerful, brings vivid imagery to mind. Really enjoyed this:) Hope to see more of your work soon!

[Thomas Kainaroi]

Thank you!