Images- Poetry  

I lay down in peace,
On a still quiet bed,
With millions of thoughts,
Displayed in my head,
Unclear why they're there,
I sit,
and I stare,
My fantasies start to take form,
I picture myself,
With glamour and wealth,
Or hidden away from a storm,
I picture a world of no displeasure,
Of Beautiful places,
Of tropical weather,
I'm trapped in a daze,
I never ask why,
Forever in thought,
As time passes by,
I sit and relax,
While sound falls behind,
Surrounded by visions,
In a world that is mine.
 
Poetry at Optimismic Wigs and Gifts Written By Tacandrya Evans 2001