As time surrounds me within broken pieces,
I find myself gazing upon waivery moments....
searching for life beyond this place
I have become, cloaked as I am hidden and faded.......
Traveling inside of my mind,
I go to places far away.....
in corners that survive and strive,
relieving me, if just for a short time.
Light peaks through in shallow breaths
as I gasp for another hit......
collecting myself in bits and pieces,
I scour the scarpbook of life......
only to find blank pages, within torn and tattered words.
Looking abroad into vast imagination
I find pictures of green grass and star lit nights;
sweeping me away in soft stolen breezes,
resounding upon me like...hope and freedom,
lighting my way to bliss and new found glory.
With a sigh I am resurrected,
only to be brought back,into life.
Confined to this freedom........
I find myself hovering and stalking,
this place of happiness I long to have
like a prisoner of fate.



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