(unkown)

Lost and Lonely
amid a ship of dreams.
With elves and fawns,
with winter dawns,
and things which have yet to be seen.

Though there are many things,
there all just a part of me.
There talking,
and walking.
Only because I will it to be.

Here in this fruitful place,
its such a barren land.
no discoveries,
or memories
everythings so bland.

Its to this world that I escape
from this desolate place.
A world of sorrow,
it'll be the same tomarrow.
A world I dare not face.

But in this world I am king.
The unsung hero of this plane.
Nothing mean,
no obscene.
Until it starts to wane.

Conciseness returns to me.
I find myself awake.
Crying
and sighing
Again to the place I hate.

Even though I hate my dreams,
I hate this place even more.
This violence,
no silence.
Hatred to the core.

I cannot wait till I return,
to the place that I control
No violence,
the silence.
The place that rests my soul.

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Jus a lil poem that I've written. I thought that some of you would enjoy one of my few completed thoughts. Well, tell me what you think. Also any thoughts ona titile would be nice, all my creative effort was spent in writing it and the origanal title was jus stupid.

Merry Met and Blessed Be.