Sleeping

 The days pass endlessly.

Forever trapped,

in this dream called life. 

Won't someone wake me? 

What is this dream? 

It's too painful. 

We all see this vision. 

At funerals, we see the truth. 

Our tears, they tell this to us; 

To live is to sleep. 

To die, is to awaken. 

Reviews

[Apebble]

I enjoyed this poem very much! Short and to the point with a very interesting topic (I've always loved the topic of dreams, they interest me). Keep writing :)

[Dreamer]

I enjoyed the power of this poem. Good work, keep it up!

[The Chosen]

Thanks. I enjoy it when people review my work, even if they same it is terrible. It gives me reason for improvement.