Dreamland's Center

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Inspired by Lewis Carrol.

Submitted: July 04, 2010

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I ask myself a question,
In anguish and in vain.
'What's the point of living,
In terror and in pain?'
'Is all our life,
But just a dream?
A nightmare we cannot control?'
'Our excistence is so subtle,
A secret of the soul?'

I give myself a reason.
To continue to live on.
But I feel I am a useless peice.
A merely lifeless pawn.
Has every month,
I've struggled through,
Helped another in any way?
Or is my life so meaningless?
Have I a reason to stay?

Thinking about the time I've spent.
Locked away from the world.
And recalling the lifeless glares
Of the strictly dead and cold.
Hove lonesome nights,
I've spent in thought,
Hidden away from sight,
Given others a chance to remember?
A glace of Dreamland's Center?


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