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Creative Writing, Prose, Writing

Once Upon A Time


Once upon a time, me

Once upon a time, me (Photo credit: Julie70)

There´s a stranger in my heart,
an alien form of thought
of feeling
off life.

It has eaten up all my resistance
my wishes and my dreams
and there´s no planning left.
Nothing.

The breeze that fanned my cheek
once upon a time
is gone.

All the stories that where whispered
into my childish ear
once upon a time
– they are all gone.

The contour of me
a child playing in the sandpit
is a vague picture
in black and white
of something that happened
once upon a time.

Our lives are nothing else
than mad dreams
giving us illusions
of hope.

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