across the bridge's of the island in a busy crowded,street.
far,far beneath in the black sea.
my ancient,dreamless uninvaded sleep went missing.
behold the dreams returned to me,from years of laziness and dreamless sleep.
i surrendered to the unconquered love,of my son.
a Chase in it's purest form.
I struggled with a white heated stone,wrapped in a voice paper.
telling the story of my journey,in a haste,I blazed.
I seeketh for the truth in a darkest place,I was ruined and disgraced.
to whom do i tell the story of a wasted girl in a cage.
it's a shame.
©skypoem
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