Just When

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Just When

Just when,
you think all is lost
and that everyone has
once again turned their back
to you.
You begin to slip
the grasp of all sanity.
However once given
up and slipped away,
a comatose state
kicks in and reality
is but a dream.
The dream never fades
as one walks
the street and
realizes he can
live a dream so real.
Once realization is
set upon the face
of a lost soul
the grasp of
reality's dream deminishes.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

inadv’s Poems (21)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Daily Cycle 1
Only Lies 1
Running Wild 1
Just When 1
Tainted Memories 4
Never Ending 0
Convalescent Thoughts 0
Child's Dream 0
Thought Process 2
Too Much Space 0
When You Fall 1
Confusion of Clarity 0
Imagine 0
L.O.V.E. 0
Watering the Flame I 0
Watering the Flame II 0
Now I'm Gone 0
Looking 0
Soulful Depths 2
Bed of Roses 1
Night Angel 0