Poetry

Under the Burning Horizon

Smouldering clouds. Sunlight, slowly fading.


Overlooking the cityscape under the burning horizon, I fall asleep.

I drift away into a dream and I don’t wake up.

I never want to wake up again.

I got worn out chasing a star that mesmerized me with its glow.

I wanted it to shine for me alone.

No matter what, I was never getting closer.

Reaching out, but never touching.

Forgetting everything.

Even myself.

I lay on a cloud breathless.

And there is nobody to wake me up from this dream.

Below the starry blanket, there is just me.

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