The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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"Obscure Land"


@Uootem

I have encountered this place many times before...
one of many visits to the obscure land of memories
where the landscape seems so serene and peaceful
but, what are these worth... when reality is so different?

Mysterious are the contrasting elements
that form this world of illusions from another time...
and contradict that which I know of my present-day world
making me want more... than I can ever have.

A wintry rain pours as tears from empty eyes
that have not seen such beauty since ages past
icy droplets that do nothing but wash away all the flaws
that exist in my reasoning that somehow hope will prevail.

I press on pretending that this place truly exists
not knowing what lies beyond each turn in my pathway.
truth is the only one I fear... for it can change this land to barren
you are the only one who can hear... for your words echo here.

I know not where exactly I am... this place so familiar yet foreign
yet I love this place... but I can't tell you why
I am drawn to the sky where white clouds form the visions
of you and I in this obscure land of memories
for I am just trusting that in time the treasure will be mine.