Cancer
When dreams become a traumatic out of body experience
Slow yet fast
Unobtrusive
Worlds unfold
split into illusions
Manifested premonitions
I often behold
vulnerable conditions
await my waking soul
In fear of memories that will definitely last
My subconsciousness is who reveals my past
I am not my body but my body is mine
A vehicle I simply witness from time to time
In rare moments do we lucidly intertwine
Only for entities to convict me of my crime
Regret and remorse found nonexistent
Shame and anxiety remain coexistent
Fourth dimension
is my ocean’s vortex
no escape
from either of my cortex
I cling to my inscape
My eyelids open
Waves washed me ashore
I wake before the beginning of this lore
About the Creator
Meli Remborn
Travelling filmmaker with an appetite for new perspectives~
"I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality" -Frida Kahlo
https://www.twitch.tv/vulgarg3nius
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