Imagination
I fear to remember and yearn to forget.
I only ever wanted to be the real version of my imagination.
As I overlook my existence, I see that my imagination was a depiction of my fears.
They held real truth.
As I hold the structure and mould the vision to its misconception, I retrieve the preconceived notions as a ticket to my blissful youth.
An ironic thought of innocents taken at its pinnacle second.
I wish to not repeat his story
I wish to change it
I plead to escape my noesis
Can I flee from these mental reminders and noises that prompt me of forgetful chronicles.
If only my life consisted of the fairytales I used to read to myself before bedtime to help me refrain away from memories, that tried to keep me from sleep and float with night lights and aberration.
Can I drive to an oblivion and disengage with things that I see in my peripheral?
Can I retract from my episodic memory of occasions when I thought I was happy?
Sleep is non existent when I continue to bathe in my imagination.
About the Creator
Kiesha 'KSsense' sadler
I would like to call myself a poet. I would like to say that I have a tendency to express using words that rhyme. I would like to say that I am a distinctive character, with and abstract mind. I would like to say that writing is therapy...
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