On The Edge Of The Imginative Wolrd

                                        

The world I live in, is the world of perfect freedom.

No restrictions.

No barriers.

Free space but plenty of uncertainty.

But what is my world, you ask?

It is the world of restrictions.

You feel more certain and confidence of potability.

But you have lost a degree of freedom.

VintageOtaku 

Author's Note

This is my first poem and I hope you like it. I'm not sure if you can tell but it feels empty and unfinished but it is. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

I like your poem, but it is slightly contradictory, because it is a world with no restrictions, but is the world of restrictions. I sense, personally when I read this, that this may be a bit of a surrealistic poem perhaps.

[Frieda P]

I think I'm confused, first it says 'no restrictions', then it contradicts itself...is this about drinking? Color me perplexed...