Awareness For My Pocket Dimension.


Letting you pass my force field

Comes with its own baggage,

Learn to decipher between

My real and fake grins

Before you say you know me;

As knowing me and staying after

Are two battles

I wouldn’t blame you for forfeiting.


You would not tolerate the thought

Of feeling sorry for me ,

If you were aware

That at this very moment,

In a pocket dimension,

There’s a tug of war

On whats best for me;

As I let the thought

Of fighting for you

Drift in and out the threshold

Of existence.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Art by: Lemmy-X


Daily Prompt: Complicated


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