To see reality But beyond the scope With a pair of daydreamers Focused within the span Below or within the fantasy That frightens or dictates The odds of misery.
To perceive a blurry vision Yet a clear imagination Of what is yet to be seen Or what is to ever commence Never aware of what to believe For the mischief of every storyteller Uninvited yet entertained Delivers free delirium.
In a thoroughgoing reform Of every ongoing mend Hoping to resurrect The peaceful beginnings And end every desolation.
To roll the orbs of fortune-tellers As if to find any solution But to end up feeling emptiness That invades the mighty borough So decides to fill with darkness Such pair of daydreamers And to let the warmth Of frozen moments Become a sudden comfort So swiftly passing by.
This poem is about a moment shared to me by a special friend who happens to suffer from anxiety. This is posted so that people will be aware of how it feels to be anxious and corrupted by thoughts whilst being anxious.