Poetry Experiment: Without Reality

 

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Photo: Gratisography

 

Settling with the mundane,

dreams of yesterday are gone,

tossed out with the greatest of intentions,

there are limitations in place of possibilities.

Should my feet carry forth,

or will my body lay down,

give in to the shadowed illusions,

drowning without a sound.

Normality doesn’t make the cut,

do not be fooled by the mask,

there are nightmares hidden,

beneath my tumultuous past.

Life isn’t what you make it,

that’s just another lie to satisfy the beast,

turning back is not an option,

you must sow what you reap.

 

By: C.A. Gallinger

 

 

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