I took my dreams and carefully wrapped
them up in cotton wool very much afraid to
expose them to the harsh realities of life. But
by doing so, while I doubtlessly protected
them and me from every semblance of
adverse scrutiny that I perceived then
might be in the offing, the virtual
world I’d effectively created
around me as a consequence
was anything but real, or
even conducive to the
betterment of my
life generally.
© Stanley V. Collymore
14 December 2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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