Home

Dreaming about The Waken World

by Christopher Shin

Countless you as
you hold me in my
dreams.

The frozen ice
holds not blue
but prisms of
colors in
the burning light.

Thousands of
memories flutter
to hold the
dying light.

You are not you,
and I am not me.
The red in your
hair holds
no cherry color.

Only the images
of a youth and
the ideals of
romance.

Deliver me
from the chaos,
but only for
a bit.

Because I am the
damned in my
waken world.

02/06/2010

Posted on 02/06/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/06/10 at 02:54 PM

... outstanding.....

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)