Sinuous as any snake
the tendrils of temptation
Sweet frosting on the cake
Having more than you can eat
and saving some for later
Something you can't beat
Fermentation of dreams come true
Wishes almost fulfilled
but not for every man's view
Oh, what wonders I can dream
here in my solitude... my space
The milk above the cream
Safe in the mind, no one can hear
the screams of suffocation
No sound will reach your ear
Complacent in your reverie
you look around
But you don't see the real me
Comments
Hello Gee
Nice, dark share. I am not sure what I've missed here. I loved the imagery of the 'milk above the cream' though I thought 'screams of suffocation' might be cliched.
Though you've shared an amount of sad feelings coming as a result of lonliness,I thought you could have extended your thoughts more among the last few stanzas to tell a longer story unless it is intended as is.