The memory of a dream is something I can never possess
For insomnia lulls me awake with thoughts of trees and stress
The lack of sleep doesn't get to my head
For even though my mind is awake, my body lies in bed.
The moonlight of my window fills out my weary face
As I think of the dreams I will only ever chase.
They say count sheep but that doesn't still my thoughts:
"For what if these memories are just merely dots?"
My mind will go round and round as I beg it for relief
But it pushes on through strings and messy things, like a thief.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog,
The words go in circles but never create a fog.
Terrible phrases drift through the occupied space
"You can't even sleep, for it has left you without a trace."
The darkness and my mind have become like enemies,
But the darkness gives my lone soul remedies;
For the insults that drift through the night,
Keeping my melatonin locked up tight.
The idea of dreaming has escaped me now
For it's something my mind will no longer allow.
Will the earth ever stop spinning, I do not know
But I'd like to keep thinking if it wasn't such a foe
For battles are wrought day and night
Just to even imagine a flying Casper kite
My thoughts spread like wings
Whilst I try to dream of Kings.
Sent to save my never sleeping life
Or just end it, with a quick and silver knife
But for now it's only the moonlights beam,
That fills my face as I wait for the memory of a dream.
-Corina Bleu
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Poems Born of Lazy Afternoons
PoetryThis book is just a bunch of poems that I usually write in one sitting or over months, but the ideas for them stem from my lazier afternoons. ;)
