Beautiful dreams are often ours,
Where loves lasts for longer than hours,
Life invites this joyful bliss,
You feel no pain…instead a gentle kiss.
…..Only to find you have woken up…..
All felt now is a deep cutting pain,
A sweetly sick longing for something you can’t pay,
You thought it was yours, but indeed,
It was never yours,
Nor was it ever yours to have.
You feel the ache of losing a dear life,
Your heart is intruded by the sharpness of a knife.
I have woken up,
I no longer have a dream,
It was swept away with the night
Unhindered by my pleas and screams.
…..To return to a dream after waking is quite impossible, for its importance is never of any consequence…..
I will wait for the night,
Wait for a dream,
Wait for something like the heaven I had,
Something that gives my eyes back their gleam.
YOU ARE READING
The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
