Dreams of Imagination

[ShadowOfTheFore]

This is my one of my best poems
Enjoy.

Cutting off from the trail of defeat, lies the decission of the soul,
Where movement stalls, without a desire to go anywhere,
Gaps in the mind so ever grow larger, in the attempt to wander into the invisible horizon,
The children dancing around you will forever taunt your imagination,
What appears to be yourself, stands in front of you,
A message from your spinal cord indicates you are still sane,
In the dream world, anything is possible,
Never proven by the doubts of reality,
But never defined to its own physical extent,
Towards the ability of finding the soul, in a petrified forest of cells,
Extensive to what seems to be a total reality, but has the function of waking up,
To silently delete itself from memory, or conscience,
Without a noticable trace of what is going on,
In the continuous circle this elapses...

[WX6[ck]]

I like it. Hard to say why but I can say bad things about it. I find it hard to follow because the lines are too long. I kind of get out of it, a wish. I feel a desire in the poem, to get away.

[Jayyy]

I love this! The length of the lines are perfect, and the wording is just the way it should be.

The phrase "petrified forest of cells" is also amazing; and I love the ironic last two sentences.

Very good work!