I would attempt to wake myself,
Breathe real air instead of the dream kind,
But something in me refused.
The ground was frozen solid, and
I felt the chill of it n me as some
Figure attempted to attack.
They were going to hurt me, and
I wanted to wake from the nightmare
Before they got the chance.
But in my mind was a repeated message.
You can't.
I braced myself, and yet it never came.
The monster laughed, introduced
Themselves as someone, and then
I realized that I created this too.
If I was not a dreamer, they would
Have hurt me in the way they were
Meant to do, but I could combat them.
When I woke up after, the realization hit.
I will always be a lucid dreamer.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
