Within my realm
I run, for ever and ever
Savouring little pleasures
Of vivid imagery…mere thoughts
Perhaps more enthralling
Than reality could ever be.
And yet I look out to the world
Behind a veil, wrapped in sanctity
Of visions and dreams –
A perceived conscience
Guarding the fragile, gullible being
I look for a tear
In this mythical fabric,
Fearing the brilliance that awaits
To dispel this darkness…
Numbing, comforting, dampening
The spark I strive to alight,
Endeavouring to carve my way.
And I’m caught between the two worlds
Forever running, forever seeking.
I didn't know I was still capable of writing poetry, although this is not my best attempt. Oh well, but I had to do something to get the creative juices to flow again. *sighs*