Dreams in yellow, blue, and red.
Wish fulfilled while solace dead.
Frozen memory on a gilded page.
Thoughtless sorrow defines this sage.
Soulless asylum from within I flee.
Infinitely searching for the shrouded me.
Emerging slightly from eyes wide shut.
Words like water flowing forever up.
To be awake, asleep, and cannot see.
Alive but dead; the darkness dreams.

A.J. McKinley

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