Impersonation
A poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
A hazy, incomprehensible tide
Of suffocating self-importance—
Fantasy as well as a secret
Should I show my first life?
I believe that fantasy is a loaded term.
With a rambunctious and waking thought
Among the creatures that have existed,
Which my soul has not seen.
If I had let them pass me by,
With a dreamy eye,
Nobody on the planet should amass wealth.
That image in my soul;
Those thoughts I would be able to control.
As a spell on his spirit:
Finally, in response to that wonderful expectation,
In addition, now that light time has passed,
In addition, my usual rest has vanished.
As it moved on, it murmured.
I don't care how it dies.
I then esteemed an idea at that time.
About the Creator
Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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