The Dying Poet Read Count : 172

Category : Poems

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I’m living in a dream.
A dream of fancy illusions.
I try to grasp my mind,
But it slips away from me.
I wish to see colors again.
Only gray and fog surrounds me.
It pretends to be inspiration,
But it is hollow in form. 
My dream is nothingness.
I want my vision back. 
I need my desire to return.
The gloom imprisons me.
Only my imagination can set me free
And wake me from this nightmare.

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  • amazing

    Sep 28, 2017

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