Midnight Prisoner Poem by Ololade Omololu
Midnight Prisoner
What is it?
that fills my mind with potrait of tomorrow?
flames me with its presence.
like a dark horse it carries me to places i have never been,
and shows me secrets hidden to me.
it comes like a swift messenger,
crosses the thickness of my thought,
stirring my spirit man out of slumber,
sometimes changes my world?
what is it about these dreams of my bed and the visions of my head?
A bit paradoxical, our dreams keep us alive, and yet they seem to imprison us for that period of time
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4/24/2024 8:57:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
prisoner to your mind, prisoner to your thoughts, a slave to the desires, dreams keep us sane, they keep us going, great piece :)