(… A Good Dream … I wrote a poem… I thought to name it nightmare… But… A nightmare is just a dream you don’t want to see…)
Dream
my mind drifts readily
all over the place really
the good and bad and ugly
just appearing in my head
whether awake or asleep
the dreams and nightmares
take little to see
as if my world isn’t bad enough
or to prove my life isn’t
a shining star in someone’s view
it’s taking so much from me
to watch as things turn sour
or to watch as the mc has
the reality I beg to breathe
are they really dreams?
could it be the ones that should
help me feel hope and release
are causing me pain and fear?
then shouldn’t they be called
nightmares?
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