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Imaginary Fields

Poetry By: Yosuf

Rememberance of the olden days at Imaginary fields, the days of my innocent childhood.

Submitted:Jan 5, 2012    Reads: 22    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

I stood there dreaming,

The stars yet so gleaming,

A look into the midnight black,

Will lead the visions back.

A night of quiescence,

A night of balance.

A night of tranquility,

A night of ability.

On that last night,

Oh, that last night of might.

The day I left,

I was burdened by sudden theft.

The days of woe,

The days that might never make do.

Years have passed,

They felt like a real blast.

A look into the past,

Will have wonderful visions cast,

Upon me.

I can't go back,

I have to face the dread attack,

I still stand dreaming,

It is all seeming,

To make sense,

I don't have the proper defense,

Nor do I have any reason for my absence.

Can I go back and face it?

Or is it just too angelic to exist?

Is it heaven?

No, I've passed eleven.

A stitch in time saves nine,

To me it's a crime,

Yes I've had days of affliction,

But it is the most addiction.

The place is angelic,

But had its satanic,


Kill me and drag me back there,

Because I live between nowhere,

There I can feel the air,

A night death glare.

Though, I can protect myself with necessary shields,

But I can't seem to forget my time at Imaginary Fields.


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