Sharp Pain and Thorns


I am not what I seem

I am the thought that lurks in delight

The first dream that comes with sleep

All the beauty of the moon

Lonely – like me

The silent stars, to blossom

For a few short hours

Then fade and fall away

Sweet like the lost rose

That glisten with the fallen showers

Unhappy night of sorrow when

The rain is dying and the

Shadows rise and fall

For a dreams sake, again the dream

Of sorrows and sighs covered all with flowers

Clouds that run before the wind

Of sharp pain and thorns

All is turned, it is no dream

Awake on my lonely bed

Thoughts turn in my head

Like wind on an empty sky

For a dreams sake

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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