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Sep 2012
Maybe, a chance to escape this world , if only for a while,
Maybe, a chance to speak with ones further than the longest mile.

No more sadness and tears, it’s my dream after all
Or maybe I am going to have another big fall.
I need to escape from reality, not to create another painful life,
But to sleep, to dream, arrh to lose that strife.

Will I dream in colour or black and white?
And what terrors may visit me tonight?
Perhaps some calm before the storm maybe?
Perhaps some good times for once, surely?

Another morning approaches in all its glory,
Wait, no, that’s not the end of the story,
Morning has come and my eyes are open.

The sun is black and everything is broken,
How can this be, what trickery is this?
Wait, hold on I know ignorance is bliss,
I am fooled another time, the darkness is here again,
There is no night and day…… Just the pain.
London Poet
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