dreams: a poem by me
dreams are good they say,
a place where you can go to escape the wide awake world
free from toil, pain, hardships, death, love, - life.
My dreams are no such place.
feverish and persistent
I'm in a living ***
I'd rather stay awake than be trapped in a lucid world where these dreams are my reality.
a world where its all black and white
grey and dull and flashing and breathless.
I'm falling down a tunnel while sitting in the grass covered in blood in the sunlight.
@anahahaha This is pretty fire. Even though it has no rhymes, I still like it. I like it because it's using an simple way to express your thought process.
@ajfdslsdvosdfjlbgrdjhrogt thank you! I like using an irregular rhyming schemes to really convey the emotions of chaos and sadness. I'm glad you like it! :) <3