Dreams.
Very curious things.
Some can be real,
or feature imaginary beings.
Some made awake.
Some made asleep.
Some made when happy.
Some when you weep.
All different things,
from the earth to the skies,
can impact a dream.
Even horrible lies!
Yes, dreams can haunt
and kill you at a glance.
or maybe its slower
like melancholy dance.
But remember dreams
you tell your friends?
Beauty and sunshine
the paradise never ends!
Can dreams really be both?
Either sad or happy?
I had always really thought
That dreams kept me laughing.
Alas, is right.
don't you see?
Nightmares are sad,
they are not dreams.
So this poem is not sad?
Or as much as the rest?
Yes it is. For the
dreams are much less.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
