The Darkness Of My Soul
Buried Dreams

when the darker days descended on me
I covered my face
in all shades of blue
from distant echoes
resonating in the background
of my state of being a coward
in this life
full of miserable advice
from every part of the country
not transmitting
even one percent of what I need
right now
left alone on the other side
of life
which means nothing to me anymore
that’s why I decided
to kill my dreams
and bury them in the sand
at the seaside
where I should be
always
away from everyone and everything
making me feel
that I don’t belong
to anyone, to anything
living on my only ground
cultivated solely by me
whenever I want and wherever it may be
on this earth
but mostly in my buried dreams
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August – December 2021
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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