Nebula
Poem written for WordStruck. Topic: Dreaming
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Nebula
Waves of exhaustion crash into you.
Let them seep in past the barrier.
Let them melt into your false reality;
your fake identity.
Wisps of the unknown threaten to pull you under
into a whole new world
full of freedumb.
Corrupt stillness is the truth,
but the truth hardly matters anymore.
Weakness plagues your grasp
so much so that you no longer feel.
You no longer think.
You simply ride.
Ride the apathetic movements planned out for you.
Engage in the thick grey
and absence of friction.
Abandon the roots and
plant deeper ones.
Forgive and forget the pre-trained mind.
The vivid temporary is oh so tempting,
yet we still ride the waves.
We fly until we
surface.
About the Creator
Amanda Reifert
Nebraska native, psychology student, novice model, lover of the written word and all things geeky.
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