Abyss of Bliss

This is a repost of a poem I wrote three years ago.

The place is an illusion and creeping with my fears.

Sometimes it’s blackened and unremberable, but others’ it’s full of cheers.

I can’t remember the last time I visited, for my thoughts are adrift.

But scenes are evident for me, as I visited this abyss.

Sometimes it repeats in a never ending sequence.

Next after next it becomes so evidently frequent.

I never know when it will come, for it’s its own deem.

You can find me here at night, it’s my beloved private dream

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