Paradise

To close my eyes again,

and go back to the hell.

Where I try to go back home,

but my feet are stuck

to the sandy ground.

There is a city in front of me,

but it keeps on disappearing.

It’s an adventure they say,

apparently they never tried it.

There’s no paradise

in this place.

Author's Note

Don't know what made me write this poem, but ENJOY!

Reviews

[rach]

Describing nightmares?
It sounds like a few I've had.
It flows well, nice one.

[Bhumika Devkota]

Thanks for the review.

[R Smith]

I did enjoy it Bhumika because to me this is like dreams i used to have where i had to run away from something but my feet were like glued to the ground or every time i tried to run i fell over or when i was going somewhere like your city and i kept going in the wrong direction, never getting there, all very frustrating, love your poem :)

[Bhumika Devkota]

Thank you Richard.