It's a Strange Place
It's a very strange place
when in dreams I chase
phantasms,
a figmant of imagination,
or an apparition of warning
from my soul,
seeing what is hidden
from the light
of day.
It's a very strange place
and only an illusion
of madness
overtaking all the senses,
crossing the line
of reality
into the realm of shadows
that only I can
dream.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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