PYRE OF MY DREAMS
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Weird question
Dreams are meant to be broken, right?
Tell me yes... Please
Otherwise I've lived a lie
A freaking mirage
My dreams were a toy
For that incessant coercion to play with it's steering mindlessly
And run it's heartless wheels
Over my dreams
And they shattered to volatile pieces
I miserably watched the meagre pieces go in an agonizingly slow fade
While the incessant coercion slow danced in the burning room
Saying, "I know better. I know it all."
The towering fumes that I'm breathing
Are from the pyre of my dreams...
Have you experienced it?
At least a part of it?
Tell me... was it a slow fade?
Or was it a supersonic fade?
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My Experiments With Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems that I wrote. You will find poems from a range of funny incidents and mishaps to love and heartbreak to anxiety to roasting people to ode for nature to dead dog. I'm a book addict. I have fictophilia issues. ~ �...
