Catch me, catch me if you can.
I run through your fingers like sand.
A heart of stone, an empty husk.
The painful ache form dawn to dusk.
The dreams are when I come alive.
When my soul will finally strive.
In the mist troubles are lost.
To nightmares and dreams that fall to dust.
Yet in this dark, mystic place.
Where I recognize no face.
My mind is clear, my soul is free.
My body no longer heavy.
The need to cry, the need scream.
Both will disappear, no longer a need.
I’m free, free, the cage unlocked!
No poison lurking among my thoughts!
Even nightmares comfort me.
Still an escape from reality.
Fear will not leave me cold.
Not leave me numb, numb to the bone.
Dreams are my key, remembered or not.
The freedom from every hurtful thought!
So catch me, catch me!, if you can.
I slip through your fingers like sand.
To the land of dreams, back to dream land.
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PoésiePoems of mine for you to read, many of them more on the dark side. "A beautiful forgotten view, Haunted dreams of what you never knew, Once soared with laughter through the sky, Now left broken wings that will never fly. Trapped inside this wicked c...
