Alone In A Dome. Poem by Jackson Wings

Sometimes I feel like I'm Truman.

Trapped inside my own little dome,

But instead of being surrounded by actors.

I find myself alone.

I want to travel,

But I'm stuck in a battle,

With my addictions.

I try to ditch them.

These habits of mine though.

Sometimes I miss them.

So here I am.

I'm swimming in circles.

At a loss of air.

I'm turning purple.

I've hit the painting.

I'm at the end of it all.

Just promise you'll catch me.

If I loose my balance and fall.

I'm alone in a dome.

On top of my thrown.

And unlike Truman.

This dome is my home.