My World

 

It’s strange

Being between

Reality and dream

Like I so often

Am.

I hear my mother

Tapping away

I hear my father

Swinging his club

But I also see

Dragons

Calling my name

And gumdrop

Rain

And gold

At the end

Of my rainbows

But most of all

I see him

Who can’t

Actually exist

And her

Who doesn’t actually

Talk

But they remain

By me

Near me

With me

Holding me

And promising me

That nothing

Can stand

In my way

(Which is

Sometimes humorous

As the dragons

Nuzzle their

Shoulders)

They disappear

As reality

Punches me

In my stomach

Forcing me

To realize what’s

Here

And I hate

It.

What is so wrong

About my

Dream world

Where anything

Is mine

And everything

Is everyone’s?

What is so

Wrong about a

Place where

You can

Eat the

Rain?

Where you can

Travel via

Dragon?

Where he

And

She

Are constantly

With you

Never

Ever

Letting you

Say

“I can’t”?

“Because, my dear

It doesn’t

Exist”

 

 

“Says who?”