Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming.
Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.
Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.
Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.
I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.
Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming.
Poem Style – Pantoum / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen
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