A fantasy
I live each day
A story in my head.
A life of adventure
I go through
Before I return
To this infernal place of boredom.
I survive day by day,
But doesn't learn anything new.
I eat the same old food
Go to the same old school
And learn the same thing
Yet again.
Oh! I yearn to leave
This hole,
I yearn to feel the wind
In my hair,
To ride through the gilded roads
In the visions
Of my daydreams.
But I am stuck
In this dreary old place
That I call home.
That is why,
When I am needed,
I take much time.
I am in my world,
In my castle
With gilded roads.
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Pixels
PoetrySomewhere in the deep dark that resides in me - there exists a part of me that yearns to let it's feelings out. And what lets out ones feelings better than poetry? So here I have a few poems that I have written and consider worthy enough to the eyes...
