A paralyzed prism
under the colors of a slightly plum or lavender quilt
Thinking of the loneliness
that can only drag a solitary soul
to go to bed early.
However, soon, sleep crashes
down. Further and further-
until consciousness evaporates.
And-as I dream-
I walk down concrete streets.
voices come from the south,
but, when turned, nothing.
but the pitter patter of falling rain.
The sky- black and unwelcome-
stares down.
And as I walk, but soon run
gaining speed, breath increasing
down these concrete streets,
as black as the sky itself,
I wake up.
For to myself, I cannot lie.
The world is empty, even in my dreams.
Comments
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You captured the feeling perfectly. Great poem. It's exactly what I'm feeling right now.
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nice read
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