I'm a castle in the sky, with window into the human mind,
Walls of fabricated fiction, created strictly by design.
My words are non-existent, void of all sound,
Blurred vision of hallucinations keeps me spellbound.
What Am I?
I'm a fantasy dream at night and an illusion by day,
I'll keep you on your toes, in the most unusual way.
A phantom inventor, full of ingenuity and skill,
Enough to craft a picture that might make you shrill.
What Am I?
I'm a figment of your imagination! ! ! ! ! !
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 1/30/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem