So Many Feelings

So many feelings that they are hard to explain All fighting to be the one at the front of my brain Some good, most of them bad Freshly there in the morning from the bad dreams I had Tossing and turning all thru the night At this rate I see no end in sight Dreams of my parents who have already passed Waking up and trying to see the true contrast What is the meaning of these dream, if any For every dream I wish I had a penny Rich by now is what I would be, but money doesn't matter When I lost my parents my world shattered Picking up the pieces with the knowledge they are at peace But the feeling of missing them will never cease In my heart they will always be near Always wishing they was still here So many feelings escape in the form of a tear. 09/19/2016 Contest All the tiny pieces