ash1794Dream
For starters this is a poem I wrote yesterday cause someone uttered the words sweet dreams to me and I remembered my sleep of day before yesterday!(That wasn’t confusing was it?)
DreamsDreams a word that everyone’s heard,it ain’t the same to me.In my sleep in the dark dark night,from my mind I try to flee.
When my eyes are open and my senses alive,it feels like all is normal.That’s the time when my body and soullisten to my mind and I tell,
the strangest tales of the far far land,take over my soul when my eyes are closed.Who knew i’d live to tell a tale of whatI do not remember and my brain cells are toast.
Never did I imagine when my senses were aliveof the stories I lived when my eye lids were shut.To awake and recover to my normal world is a task,do not ask what I forgot, I for forever them I cut.
Its like hell with some mix music of every genreplayed at once without mercy.I live a life with a piece of everyone added andbeaten in my mind left for me there to see.
Tried again without any hope to decipher,the message in my dream and I lose hope.For what if it was a message from almighty himself,the rope of fine line he drew jus’ broke!
All I wish is some peace in my mind when I sleep,as much as peace I get under the sun.Oh sun, with the moon on your side, clear the darknessin my mind when darkness surrounds me outside,I am no Atilia the Hun!
Lady Narrator22nd-23rd May 2011 Sometime near the midnight.
