Surrealism

by Onelove_JC

August 2, 2013

Memories remain, as if we knew the path to our destination.

The road seemed clear yet stepping stones became stumbling blocks in every direction.

The more we walked together the more we found ourselves attached to this toxic air.

Unable to breathe, fear and doubt was inhaled leading us to a dead end.

Time passes by yet I find me here thinking so surreal.

Wondering if you found your way back or stayed stuck in a dead end.

As for now some memories remain, the rest slowly fading away.

In the mist of this surreal air

staring at the blue and solid sky I paint what I once felt was so real.

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Comments (2)

Mafi GreySep 13, 2014

Yeah I can relate to this about the challeges, but it amazes me that know someone living a whole different life can write the same as a different one. That whats poetry does, it brings people from all the place together. Great Work

MVP-Most Valuable PoetAug 5, 2013

in life , there is always to be challenges, road block that will try to stop youpersevere and endure all hardships, those are moments that define who you really areanytime you achieve, it's a testament to your drive and hunger in being the absolute best