#WritcoPoemPrompt89
Cosmic and silver lined dreams,
More than a castle in the air,
Crisscrossed shade and sunny gleams,
It's time to disconnect from it and travel somewhere far from even fantasy,
Unrealistic craving more,
Detachment super high,
Floating up on clouds not yet,
Crossed roads stretch ahead,
Make dreams a twisted cry,
One leading to the hell hole,
and the other back to reality.
Retracing back the path disappeared,
Trapping me and choking me with
tendrils of dark, and ropes of light.
The mix , a heavy concoction.
Drowning in my own fiery pit,
I cry out a silent plea to,
Help me escape the fantasy,
As my twisted mind had made it,
A maleficent loved and hated,
Being btw the two is a hell,
not exciting as swallowing ones puke.
Gross it is , no doubt to that.
Craving reality like ice-cream,
Made me think of what my mind was up to.
An answer I'll never find.....





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