Fairytale Endings
An anxious retelling of romantic fantasies
I dream of fairytales
I dare to dream
And fight to believe
But life does not comply
I cry myself to sleep at night
I walk around in a haze
I freeze before beauty
Imagining my stead
My armour in a gleam
My consciousness screams
Disappointment wakes me
Her presence escapes me
Fading to a memory
A story I retell
Dragging myself through hell
Another daydream lost
To the darkness of the tales
There are no fairies here for me
Only torture for my mind
A stake for my heart
I stay in the dark
Dreaming of the light
Tales of Love and Romance
Every day, every night
About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
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Felt this one. So much emotion. All well-chosen words! Really fine writing, Simon!