Untouchable, unreachable
A place unknown
Never conjured up
But one i proudly own
Darkness, silence
A limitless space
That only accommodates
Dreams that dip and grace
Whispers, ghosts
Substance of their being
Nurtured by old thoughts
Fresh and always teeming
Sanity, Reality
Strung between these ropes
A noose wrapped around me
One of fragile hopes
Awakening, panicking
Fear broken loose
Staining all life’s beauty
In dull, abstract hues
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