INcepTioNA Poem by Frantzou
A dream in the grip of a reality...
So surreal it becomes a dream
A dream in the grip of a reality
Reflecting the blurry side of a fading conscience
As my mind and thoughts clash and ponder
For a second I begin to wonder…
I run upon a thin line between life and time
A wretched feeling, An emptiness
A suffocating heart beat
A formless trip into the emptiness
Suddenly my eyes open into the darkness…
© 2010 Frantzou
AboutMy style of writing poetry is a little different. My poems mostly inspired by photography, and music. A picture is worth a thousand words and I love find the words within the photo. Frantzou Fleur.. more..
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