I'm your paradise surrounded by a drought. Only you are mesmerized in the sunlight, Unfortunately for you, you are about to die. I can't save you, Because I am a figment of your imagination. I am the desert in disguise. Dehydrating you with my lies.
The expression of my love, I am disguise as a savior, to distract you from living
day at the museum passing people some with intent who will notice slight bow eyes flutter do you notice? choose who chooses you clairvoyance all while black locks bounce blending away figment of imagination
you reach forward, stretching to take my hand in yours, but when i reciprocate and extend my hand all my fingers brush is a cold screen and i realise you were just an image, a figment of my imagination
The best figment of the imagination Is the one where the dreams are actually real The pessimists line up Like it's Black Tuesday To tell you otherwise Because they've been followed by Pennywise All their lives And they can't seem to lose him for good
This poem is a head nod to you, Stephen King. Thanks for being a writer and inspiring us all with your wonderful stories.