The cottony apparition crawls up to me, Hugging me to sleep, No shoulder I get to lean on, Love looks good in the yellow pages only, I sleep with the hope of dreams, In which I can live and smile. I can take all the jars of tears And pour in the pool of mirth, That's only my seclusion Until the belligerent rays Destroy the ephemeral escape. It is cage where you thrive And for the heart that shines It would be shadowed by the Doom of the flim flam. Zoom to read. Thanks Rooh 🖤 for the invite. 'Simile challenge' You can also collab and write poems using simile.
