Er, I wrote this poem and just wanted some opinions, critique, commentary, critisism, etc. Here I go...
As I sat there, contemplating
My mind was gently, slowly skating
Thoughts did drift, forming, shaping
Never stopping, never waiting.
They were twirling; dancers fair
Only I was watching there
Only I gave them care
Twirling thought, dancers fair.
In the realm of thoughts and dreams
Tearing at the very seams
Hope would glisten, sparkle, gleam
In the realm of thoughts and dreams
Far my mind, alone, can travel
All around, the dreams unravelled
All alone, my mind had travelled
As my sanity unravelled.
Phantoms drifted through the space
Here a voice; there a face
A smell, a touch, a sound, a taste...
Moving, drifting, through the space...
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