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To The Moon

Illusionary Cycles

By IkePublished about a year ago 1 min read
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And as I opened my eyes, I had seen it,

A cloudy sky beyond me was in scenic.

This bed I’ve laid, couldn’t believe this,

Rest was found on an unbroken bicycle.

In the middle of nowhere and none beside,

I felt the claws, a tail, and wings untamed.

A breath of smoke that sparked a flame,

Lighting the world in purifying rain.

Ashes of clouds, colorful fouls,

All to see thy face.

And as I opened my eyes, I had seen it,

No sky of scenic or fouls of resist.

Rest could not escape this time’s psychical,

I recognized, now, I’ve awoken for two times ago.

Everything known to happen for lines below,

So I lay in bed on a broken bicycle.

Ready for dragons and cleansing might,

But I’m hit with another fright.

And as I opened my eyes, I had seen it,

I awoke once more for the third time.

Nothing I believed felt real and felt live,

All out of place, a dream, is it real life.

I check my bed for bicycles and lost time,

But nothing more than minutes have gone by.

Where was the cloudy sky, and ashes of lie?

This wake and dream happened for three times.

So I could’ve been awake or sleep with a fourth sign,

So I go back to bed and rest until night times.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Ike

Lost Ones. A strange place to find stories.

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