Live Reality, Live Dreams
Maybe if I hold onto this dream
long enough I’ll realize I was never
asleep. How I wish I was not living
this dream and you the real you would
wake me up from this horrific slumber.
But the longer this dream is the more I
think its not a dream and just a smack in
the face of reality. I can hear your words
but they are from a world I am no longer
apart of until I wake up. It’s getting distant
and I fear when I can no longer hear your
voice it will be the end. I wonder if these are
my last breaths or are they my first to a new
beginning. A Gentle hand caresses my face
perhaps dawn's hands. I open up my eyes lying
in bed, in a white room to see to flowers and get wells,
I don’t dare to blink or close my eyes.
Copyright © Chelsea Carr | Year Posted 2007
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