Imagine

Thu, 04/14/2016 - 23:36 -- LV98

They chained me to my walls,

The metal pieces well-hidden underneath my decorative dress.

I lived in a prison bedecked with flowers and jewels.

They exclaimed “what a palace fit for a princess”

As I slowly decayed, but they chose not to see.

Though they tried to trap me from the world,

One thing kept me alive, hopeful, and sane.

Imagination—my closest friend, my confidant,

You relive me from reality and take me far away,

From the empty rooms and decorative halls

To paradise.

Without you, my flame is distinguished.

I would be only mere flesh.

Plastic in my pretty dollhouse.

Stay with me till the end of my days,

Light up my mind with your mysterious ways.

This poem is about: 
Me

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