Tuesday, March 26, 2019

They said to follow that yellow brick road, they told me I would find the way, the way back home. I closed my eyes, I awoke inside a field of dreams. They said to follow that yellow brick road, to find my way, to find my way back home. But the colors have faded and I am in a maze of black and white. I close my eyes and find myself in a deep sleep, in a room of silence and old forgotten tunes. Goodbye, yellow brick road, I must find another way. Another way back home. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #goodbye #yellowbrickroadInstagram


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