Sunday Dreaming

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sunday dreamingSkies dance in grey and blue,

Sun shines as wind whips,

Rain obscures the windows view,

And the shadows walk the halls,

The voices of the past echo in the silence,

The soul sits in contemplation.

The enlightenment of isolation,

Childhood dreams unfulfilled float by,

Broken hopes and hearts fall like confetti,

As desires die and decay.

About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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