CRUSHED
To whom it may concern,Although I probably shouldn't tell.
Please leave me in the state I'm in,
You've trampled on my daytime dreams.
Leaving me living in a daydream hell,
Leave my nighttime dreams alone.
I used to soar so high within a dream,
Used to enjoy the pleasure that it brings.
Until the day that I looked down,
A strange sight mystified me.
There I was laying on the ground,
With what looked like lost souls.
Clambering all around.
An astral projection is a funny thing,
my body is where my id resides.
Leaving it's protection I get to see,
Many different things.
I'd show you what's hidden,
Under a living nightmare scream.
Behind every starring blank face.
Theirs no one left inside your mind,
To hear you when you dream.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-06-24 at 10:00
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