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Immature Escapism
Barricades of eyelids
Shut, shutters vainly
Masking that intruder of a
Thought drifting away,
Spirited on a storm cloud--
Rain twinkling on eyelashes--
Eyes closed to the truth;
Honesty a door unopened,
Nonexistent to the heart.
Reality is an invisible, unwanted entity
Lurking, you thief of dreams,
I dreamt of you,
Dear Nightmare.
I choke
On your intent to kill
That little part of me:
Tiny-petaled, blossoming hope
That maybe,
Just maybe,
I'll find my Fountain of Youth.
For my mind has yet to be set on the horizon of my future.
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Inspiration for this poem comes from Photosynthesis by Frank Turner. Song credits go to Woodstock.