Dreams~
A sense of falling, startled me from sleep
In which I was enjoying a dream
A dream however, of which I only recieved a peek.
I grabbed myself, and forced my eyes shut
Hopefully being able to retrieve what was lost
I had a feeling inside, that this dream was unique
One that I wouldn't be able to keep.
So as I felt my body become lighter, my mind become higher
i felt the edges of sleep, like the warmth of a fire
It welcomed me in and told me to relax
And I let it coax me in, for more than just a nap.
Within this slumber, I awaited a dream
Hoping, hoping, that it was just as unique.
But as my concious drifted on, no dream started to dawn.
Why is that,
Why is it that once we seek the dream we believe is best,
we never accomplish it and end up like all the rest
who had tried in the past, without prevail
knowing that without this dream, their life is Hell.
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PoemsBleh
PoetryI only write poetry because I believe it's a way to show emotion, without being completely straight forward and overbearing with emotion. Poetry is a way to show who you are, so here's me.
