Fantasy

by S R P   Mar 28, 2006


A dream
a vision of peace.
A scream
of silent release.

Standing alone
in this solitude
it's not easy for me
I didn't expect it to be.

I wish I wasn't alone here
so consumed with fear
emptying me
of all my emotions.

I can no longer feel
I have reached the point of breaking
forsaking all that is real.

A fantasy life I live
taking me away from sanity.
Away from the pain
Away from the memories.
Away from the long forgotten history
that made me
what I am
what I never chose to be.

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