Slipping away slowing,
I seem to have forgotten myself,
I only remember the times of happiness,
As grief tries to stick it’s ugly head in,
Silently I grasp,
Pinching my skin to feel if this is real or fake,
Hours passes by, from this dream I can’t wake,
I seen this vision coming,
It’s reality trapped in a bottle,
Wishing so hard it was a bubble,
Hoping for it to pop,
I try to not to reflect on the past too much,
For sometimes it blurs my focus on the future,
So I put on blinders,
I keep my sight through the hole,
Sharpshooter…

Thanks for sharing in my thoughts,
Jixi Fox

#CaughtInADream

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CAUGHT IN A DREAM: FAILURE
CAUGHT IN A DREAM: FOCUS
CAUGHT IN A DREAM: SACRIFICE
CAUGHT IN A DREAM: MEMORIES
CAUGHT IN A DREAM: ALLY or ENEMY
CAUGHT IN A DREAM: FINALE