poison dreams

Her dreams can cut like knives.

His imagination is drowning in poison.

Which world do I belong to?

Am I the dreams or the knives,

the imagination or the poison?

Am I just imaginary?

or is everything else

 a dream?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice flow of thoughts and I liked the question at the end. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Love this!
Great idea for a poem!
Keep it up!!