A sword made of hopes and dreams
In beautiful sunlight it gleams
Sunken in cold stone
The origin of it is unbeknown
The stone is cursed
If i touch it dark thoughts are birthed
But i need the sword more than anything that i ever needed
Because without it the stone will have me defeated
The sword and the stone are everything to me
They are my world
I see them everywhere
I see the sword in every moment of sorrow
I feel the stone in every moment of cheerfulness
But it’s impossible to pull it out the stone
The sword is infinite
You can't pull it out fully
I have the feeling the sword is a hallucination
Just to keep me sane
Because the stone keeps getting larger
And the thoughts that come with it too
#Excalibur
charred drift
i am not happy with this poem but i feel too listless to make it better. I just want to convey my feelings somehow