The long lost poem: Dream

Dream..............

Trespassing my own territory, can u call it a crime?
Reading my own Obituary, will it be worth a dime,

Losing all emotions, transitioning to a log of wood,
Art these the same Routes, that I, once thought were good,

Tis Never before, that my heart felt like lead,
Caught in a golden cage, with my desires lost ahead,

Seeing is believing, not all of it is true,
Why is it then no one, sees the angst which runs through,

I'm not clever and I’m not dumb,
It’s just my soul that’s got numb,

These shackles that bind me feel soft like silk,
Try as I might, still I’m just a zilch,

And now it ends, as one becomes none,
Pleasure is pain, and pain is fun,

Closing my eyes, I see the blue skies breaking through,
Reaching out, have I just touched myself, I have no clue.......................

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