My Fantasy Poem by valerie montanez

seeking into an empty bliss,
i see no life, no coloring book.
knowing that black and white are shadows of lonelyness creeping into a heartless being.
running into a dead forest of dume
i see no light, no me.
how can i escape the sorrows of my being?
a forest that swallows every dream i exposed.
a dream that had color,
that had a heart.
where happiness never met saddness.
as i wake up
i notice my dreams were too perfect.
looking deeper
my saddness was the forest of death.
but all my happiness was a lie,
finally waking up i realize
i've lived a perfect life inside
a snowglobe.......