The Resting Of A Dream - Poem by Michael Roysdon
I feel infatuated with this crypt;
the blend of emotions i feel inside,
rip through all of the pages of this script,
and forces thoughts that had been left aside.
My eyes grab a view of the sultry sea,
and seek refuge back on the ticking clock;
the classic chimes present a tune to me,
keying in with the waves against the dock.
My heart sleep walking through these emotions,
my thoughts not present in these few seconds;
a few spaces at my feet a potion,
the catalyst for what it soon beckons...
My hearts vibrations arrested by this,
and seeking a way through the jet black mist.
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