dreams

Berthe Morisot

peering deep inside my soul,

fearless abyss awaits

my curious and peering eyes.

wandering

in the solitude of

darkness,

a black hole absorbs

light and childhood frivolity

holding onto the last glimpse

of innocence.

Why can I not see in to what

secretly peers out of the void?

I lost so many parts of my self

without a sound.

without knowing,

the dull pain of sadness

swallows carefree levity and

forgotten memories.

Holding sway, is

the stagnate air

surrounding

lost dreams I never knew

I had.

(c) 2021 Rick Stassi

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