A Permanent Solution


I made myself a potion in a bottle made of glass. Unknown to me it’s contents of which I didn’t care to ask. I took a sip and closed my eyes and traveled back through space and time to a world I once knew that was completely mine. it was brand new, mine for the taking. My knees which despite their marrs knew no pain, my hands, which despite the stinging slaps received from those who had been forced to wake up from this dream for much too long, refused to stop moving and discovering, my eyes which saw neither beauty or repulsiveness, only opportunity. This was living? Or was it sleep walking? I dare not ask, just bask in this place for eternity. Eventually the dream came to an end. I was back. Lonesome. Loathsome. Lonely. The bottle made of glass lay broken on the floor. For a moment I thought I wanted more, but like love, it was temporary. A more permanent solution is needed.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem