sweet dreams

They say belief in your dreams
They say follow your dreams
How can I when my dreams are hard crashing spirits reliving mornings and nights of this life

In sleep, we speak to ourselves
In the night the real us comes to play
In our dreams, our nightmares never seem to cease

Uneasy feelings of unsafe
Panic minutes when you touch my skin
There never seems to be anything else other than dirt and gravel roads

With this in our selves
Even still with haunting nights
Your heart is at rest
You are loved
You are safe

Hold me close and cry into me
I’ll catch every bad day and nightmare
Rest easy
I’ve got you now

Reviews

[Fox]

As someone who's had nightmares since as long as I can remember this poem really spoke to me. The ending was beautiful, and reminded me of how I had help dealing with the night terrors. Thank you.

[Lydia Waldock]

I'm really glad you can relate I've been having nightmares for as long as I remeber as well. I wrote this for my pillow and a pillow I'm making for a close friend who also suffers from nightmares. I didnt want to show that it is a pillow im speaking in the poem because people, yourselves and pillows can help us. I hope youre nightmares get better one day!

[Fox]

That is a truly wonderful sentiment, I hope your friend enjoys the pillow.