Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Reality

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I once had grandiose dreams

Of castles on clouds, dragons,

And heroes.

Now, the clouds have all but

Dissipated into the harsh rays

Of Reality.

There are no more dragons

But the paper ones that the Chinese

Takeout comes in.

There are no castles

Just dumpy duplexes with rotting

Floors and moldy siding.

And the heroes have vanished into

A sea of anarchy and PTSD medicated

scruples.

To go back to that land far away in my dreams

Is considered a sin, but I sometimes wish to return

To the Naivety of the land beyond the Sea.

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Written by barryr22

April 9, 2010 at 11:25 pm

Posted in Poetry

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