by : Bacardi Gold
11/Dec/2020
i heard the breeze outside
coming in
as i laid down my body
on a silver screen
drowsiness and fatigue
i was beaten
white smoke embraced me
all of a sudden
drifting dusts of realities
of the olden years
appeared as i succumbed
to a seabed of fantasies
scenes kept on changing
by the minute
softness of the colors darkened
without limit
astounded me as memories
ran the mile
yesterday’s truth was dumped
on the pile of lies
as the dawning light
of the joyous peeping sun
i was awakened by the truth
of how the dream begun…
Triangle Writes... 