In Dreams
In dreams, I am scarred,
but I carry them with pride.
Now I am ashamed.
In dreams, I am loved,
so briefly, never by you;
for me you have scorn.
In dreams, I see you,
walking away without heed,
choosing not to love.
In dreams, I live pale
and dead, without any hope,
so much like my life.
In dreams, as in life,
I live with a shattered mind.
This I learn to bear.
In dreams, I wish to
never awaken to pain;
this I can't escape.
In life, always, it
is just around the corner,
lurking in the halls.
I am never free
from these dreams that come
to haunt and destroy.
I live the nightmare
of dreams that will never be.
There is nothing else.
Until I fly high,
higher than my pain, and laugh,
the wind at my back.
Friday, April 2, 2010
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