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truly, I miss the little space in the back of my mind that conjures up an alternate reality, entirely authentic and entirely mine a land of complete serenity and ease just me, myself and I. truly, I miss the numbing sand and the velvety waves, the rolls of light winds and silky leaves that blanket me with an independent security where I rely only on myself, me myself and I. I miss escaping from the anguish this sombre world carries, brimming with suffering, agony, and misery, my world has its adequate share of darkness where I’m allowed to conceal and grieve, but never, ever, cry. I miss the place where my aspirations are actuality and the truth simply misleading fantasies, where the gravest form of torment emerges only from my own reflections and contemplations of merging the two incompatible ends together. truly, I miss the ****** up space at the back of my mind that desensitizes me from feelings I have yet to feel by placing a cynical perspective on everything, an all-inclusive, defensive armour for me myself and I.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
my little world
truly, I miss the little space in the back of my mind that conjures up an alternate reality, entirely authentic and entirely mine a land of complete serenity and ease just me, myself and I. truly, I miss the numbing sand and the velvety waves, the rolls of light winds and silky leaves that blanket me with an independent security where I rely only on myself, me myself and I. I miss escaping from the anguish this sombre world carries, brimming with suffering, agony, and misery, my world has its adequate share of darkness where I’m allowed to conceal and grieve, but never, ever, cry. I miss the place where my aspirations are actuality and the truth simply misleading fantasies, where the gravest form of torment emerges only from my own reflections and contemplations of merging the two incompatible ends together. truly, I miss the ****** up space at the back of my mind that desensitizes me from feelings I have yet to feel by placing a cynical perspective on everything, an all-inclusive, defensive armour for me myself and I.
before I fell in love
temarainigo
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
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