Twisted Dreams

At night I stare at the ceiling in wonder

Thinking about what could have been, of what will be

Countless fears drag me under,

The thought of resting lost to me

 

In untamed world of nature shown

A home of love and success

Fate to me have teeth been shown

And in this, a testimony to the duress

 

I become stronger, like steel from the forge

Like a rock of polished stone

I close my eyes and am finally sure

I write these words for me alone.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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