dreams: a poem by me
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December 10th, 2023
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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.