That thing grasping at my heart
That feeling that weighs upon my chest
That melody that doesn't let me breath
Doesn't let me sleep
The poison that slowly goes deep
And deeper still in my soul each day
What do i call it, no, not love, it's there
The name for your shadow of our own
Dreams haunt you, tell me someone,
What have the wise said of the mockery
Of your own land of fantasy that creeps
Up on you; there was a utopia that I had
Woven from the yarn spun of the happy
Days of blissful childhood glee. Look,
How it turns uglier by the day and I can
No longer recognize the picture it is becoming
Nor the hand that paints it
I am desperate
I turn to the mirror and plead for answers
But a stranger looks back at me
YOU ARE READING
dreams
Poetrya collection of poems on the theme of dreams. please read at your own risk.
