They flow from my mind,
Like a boat down a stream.
On and on they go,
Almost continuous, it seems.
Gentle but vivid,
Leaving me livid.
That they are just that- dreams.
No matter how bad the world
They’re always here
In my heart, near and dear.
I hold them tight
To rid me of my fright
But when I open my eyes
With no surprise, I realize
Dreams can't rid you
Of the nightmares that continue.
Dreams.
Why must such things
All be pretend?
All the good in the world,
Seems to live only in my head.
This poem is fantastic! You make rhyming look so easy; all the syllables and the word choices, it really lets the poem flow. I wish dreams could banish everything terrible, that would be something to go down in history. Your blog is beautiful and I love coming to view it!
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