O to entire worlds,
Built behind sand-filled eyes,
Reality's to which we're hurled,
Some where no man dies;
Or cries for things lost.
O to stay in this drift,
I would pour the sand myself,
Gladly is, the paradigm shift.
Storing wakefulness upon a shelf;
Subconsciousness the host.
O to each and every night,
Be someone less broken, anew,
To surrender this fight,
Turn away truly awoken, askew;
Willing walker of this ghost.
O to fall up instead of down,
Live through futures unfound,
Breathe the void, and not drown,
Feel them all, yet never bound;
To the places we treasure most..
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
