Dream
They’ve all slipped away from me, from the grasp of my hand on theirs
And though it hurts, I look beyond what they give me – cold stares
I’ve been struck, as if, by leprosy and now I’m in need of a quarantine
There is to be no communication, for now I’ve been labeled unclean
Now my only form of contact comes at night in my own bed
Eyes shut, sleep overtakes me and I’m no longer in control of my head
Images flash through my mind, it’s so exciting
To see my very own loved ones come towards me, so inviting
I smile, I kiss and hug them tight, I hold onto and won’t let go
Because dreams, although perfect, will end, I always know
When I awaken, I am saddened; to my dreams, I’m eager to return
My perfect dream can be reality, if only from my mistakes, I’d learn
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