In Stolen Worlds

Weariness wanders lost amongst stolen worlds
Sunken kingdoms ghostly and surreal
Figures form in drops of water falling notes
Written in quotes of rehearsed laughter
Floats away on currents playing with
The light reveals clothed in shadows swaying
How it seems to somehow feel as though
Someone holds you without arms with a cold caress
What is unknown it's hard to guess
Where this is awake to sleep alone within blue waves
Whispering lullaby songs of longing
Who is this so still as a cold stone embrace
A moment of forgetting who you are forever
Wearily wandering lost amongst stolen worlds . . .
In The Castle
Smoke&Mirrors
Holographics set to Conceal
Holy Writ&Slate
Semi mobile avatar mannequin
Embalmed in digitally altered sarcophagus
Open mouthed blitherings
Craven entities scrunched in bunched arrays
Knee jerk work the scribble scrabble towering babble
Make pretend it is a brook so clear
Fake blank pages in a book of fear
Stumble on in stages
Still leaves rustle
Holy Terrors
In The Castle
Smoke&Mirrors




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Written on 2022-01-16 at 00:53

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LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
I really liked this. It feels akin to my soul, as if I've been there. Very nice.
2022-02-01