Everyday I hope and pray
For a way
To escape my
Reality.
It's my worst fear
And greatest desire
The fire
Of my longing
Burns.
And I yearn
For a heavenly waking.
When the burden of the
Real world
Isn't watching over my shoulder.
I feel it's eyes
Puncturing my conscience
It speaks to me constantly
And I hope
For an end to this reality.
The stories and tales
Of magical blue Wales
And superheroes with magic rocks
Living toys and building blocks
Dolls that just can't lie
Floating lanterns in the sky
Why
Can't this fantasy
Be real for me?
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PoetryAlthough no clear picture, there's a story behind each word. ________________________________________________ A collection of my favorite poems that I have written. Please note that there is only one poem per chapter, and that each poem is anywhere...
