The Dying Poet
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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.