They come when I sleep,
When the sun goes down,
When I close my eyes,
I can see them in my mind,
Images dancing across
The inside of my eyelids,
Where nothing is real,
But everything is mine.
I can do the things I can’t
When I am awake,
And I pretend for once,
That everything is good.
That the world sees no pain,
Or that people are kind.
There are no diseases,
No one hungry, no one poor.
There's not even a war,
To disrupt the place
Where I dream of things
That no one seems to want
Anymore.
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PoesíaThis is a series of poems that I wrote, mostly about emotional struggles and sad things like that. Hopefully I'll be adding to it soon, but that all depends on the feedback. If you like it please leave a comment or whatever you feel like. Thanks a b...
