I’m avoiding dreams of blackness,
I don’t want any trouble.
But even if I sprouted wings,
I’d still fall and stumble.
I’m lodged in my whirlwind mind,
Escaping my monsters lair,
My voices turn dark and bitter,
As I wonder how my heroes would fare.
But Gone is my elven archer
The one of elegance and fierceness.
Left has the great detective,
He’s not socially one for shyness.
Raggedy man never arrived
I’ve only seen him through transparent screens.
Two demon hunters would be great,
But they are too busy to suit my needs.
My Dark Knight has left for Gotham
My Assassin has stolen his game,
I could attempt to find the Chosen One,
But I’d probably become insane.
If I close my eyes tightly shut
I can pretend to be protected;
My raggedy man and Assassin,
The archer and the great detective
If I sit up and open them
I’d be shrouded in the lies of reality.
The cruelness, the coldness of it all,
So I won’t bother with such trivialities.
If I stay safe in my cocoon,
The world will become much dimmer,
Then I can become the child again,
The one that was lost forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery and diction. enjoyed reading this poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn