1800's Game Of BallsA Poem by Mario VitaleA dream poemfashionable decor onto so much more walk with me talk with me throughout when this you see remember me in parting solace and hidden apathy through silent bulwark or a caraosel with hiden moments of granduer sought to appease the eye
within tiny pillars of painted columns of hue, each of us has been given life as a test every day a bird learns to conquer its nest in traverse moments hidden in time there is a game people played in my dream it was set in the early part of the 1800's a ball would roll down a path leading to a street straight into a magical kingdon Door frames with full viewd excursion and knobs with hanging apparel only those balls that made it through were asked to leave the assembly the one's inside were destined for a cult type rituals with brain washed intensity over time many made it through and asked to leave the few that stayed were locked away in the mansion fostering faulty education some went totally insane couldn't cope with the ritualistic lifestyle & there demise was certain those winners were selected with prizes such as a new home,, education & financial care there was only one ball with a golden seal on the top if you were chosen for it you were destined as king or queen over the land let the reader understand this was but a dream my friend.
yet i awoke to what ? © 2017 Mario Vitale |
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