Dark, Emotions, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

Lonely Static

The loneliness doesn't fade The static doesn't dissipate I continuously descend Down, down, down, Where the static crackles forever

Fantasy, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing

Dreamland

Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers