I had to write this poem for school, and well, I got a lot of positive feedback. I decided to put this up here and see what people liked. If you've read my work before, I'm interested in dreams (Memories in Shadows) so I like to write about them.
Under some trance, what dimension lies beyond.
Bizarre and twisted, this realm built by Conscience:
A man hidden in nearly shattered bonds
As awareness by dormancy sentenced.
A plain, where knowledge itself becomes frisked
And manipulated, as tongues of thought
Are skewed and altered, and in the abyss
Are obliterated by Hypnos’ beasts.
This expanse of such bewildering truths
Yet falsely provoke our shortsighted minds
Defies the lawful existence of the
Supposed omniscient “human being.”
Further your resting eyes watch this place,
They will open up to truth of endless days.