As I read a poem,
Imagination begins to bloom.
Thoughts are portrayed,
In lines of rhyme.
Reality begins to fray,
Only to be mimed.
Dreams sent forth,
To make a souls worth,
Test one’s self-pity.
How the far the mind bends,
Through one simple metaphor.
As the words come to an end,
I hunger for more and more.
Then reality sits back in...
These thoughts dare to fade.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC