Late night fantasy

From my heart,
I let loose
My bottled up grief
For a revival on the deceased;
My pals and folks.
After the event of the night,
To myself,
I promised;
Not to fantasize
But my art is a cheer to my soul,
So I must fantasize,
And revive our lost memory.
Precisely,
The event of the night.

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7 thoughts on “Late night fantasy

  1. “From my heart,
    I let loose
    My bottled up grief
    For a revival on the deceased;
    My pals and folks.
    After the event of the night,
    To myself,
    I promised;
    Not to fantasize
    But my art is a cheer to my soul,
    So I must fantasize,
    And revive our lost memory.
    Precisely,
    The event of the night.ยฉKenslitepen.WordPress.com”

    My observation;

    There is mix feeling.

    It seemed as if you grieved…
    Fantasy on the other hand is mostly of a sweet false imagination.

    Judging by choice of words, I would pick an adjective around reminiscent rather than fantasized…
    Just my own opinion which is subjected to correction though.

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  2. Lol….
    This is the fun part about poetry. Everyone gets different views about a poem.
    The poem is actually about a guy who lost his friends after an event, maybe a prome because they were all dressed in suits and he bringing back those memories was sad for him but his unique autistic skill (how he made humans out of objects)made him a bit happy

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