I look at the ceiling
My eyelids feeling heavy
Like an empty canvas, I close my eyes and dream of a painting
As my heart is filled with nothing but envy
A greedy dream from a sloth's perspective
A dream world as harmonious and abstractive
I raise my hands to take my imagination into an embrace
Like the pride of one's self, releasing the ego in disgrace
What a boring world
I take the book of my fantasies, an escape from the plain life
A taste of freedom like a bird in the skies, like an endless lust for adventure to keep me safe
And I flip a page because the world is a cage
I want to run away
I shout inside the lonesome empty room
The warth washing over me like the light of the moon
I throw away the book and look up at the boring white ceiling
The gluttony of freedom still lingering in my mind without healing
I want to live
I cry on my pillow like a child, because I don't have much time
As my eyes shut close, I let my mind come to a stop
I don't wanna die
YOU ARE READING
A Never Ending Dream
PoetryThe loving kiss of death The cold touch of darkness Where is the hope I'm searching for? Your sweet little kisses Your gentle touch Ah, there it is... [Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
