Is It a Dream
Is it a dream?
Tortuous rhythm with random beats of hope, uncontrollable expectation of want or will
A tangled thread inside an infinite realm with intricate knots combine and create
Thoughts of worlds and ways, hells and endless possibilities
Head full of wild imagery, visions from within, self worth broken down in pity and dread, wishes, needs fulfilled or failed
A pulse of life swirling around and around unknown, unseen, untouched by all but one, from where a soul dwells
Is it a dream?
Pleasures, pain, desires and guilt wrapped in clouds in blue skies over fresh water streams
These mind games, a torturous chamber of nostalgia, trauma and experience inside a unique bubble of individuality
Harass in sleep with a perpetual fantasy, self definition through regret or grief, annoy with a chronic lust unfulfilled or a weight of obligation dictates, like a rush of smack through a vein, or a bullet to the leg you toss and turn with unwanted persecution, unaware from without of mental torment or painless joy
Is it really just a dream?
Copyright © Robin Silver | Year Posted 2019
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