Dreams - Poem by Michelle Rowe
Alluring, weaving the dance of my dreams.
Captivating, spectacular crazy dream scheme.
Reflect, rejuvenate into a theme
interwoven through the threads of life.
Elusive, intrusive into one's mind.
Demanding, commanding of the kind -
of vivid illusions which bind
the cornerstone of one's existence.
Shattered, scattered, not whole
tormented, tortured soul.
Petrified, terrified, roll
off to the edge of oblivion.
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