Dreamland

its inaccurate to believe that this dream
will subside
with no consequences to accompany it
it's absurd to think that these pictures in my head
are anything but true
because with each night that passes
the reality grows heavy
weighing on my mind
the inner crevices of my spirit
the meaning of it seems faded
it goes from fact to fiction
fiction to fact
what is it im seeing
i'm not really sure
if it's comforting or if it's harmful
is something to be determined
beautiful images sway me
make me believe that i should never wake up
yet the shadows that envelope them
show me a darker side
a side that pulls me back into my body
i'm in the purgatory of my mind
senseless and dumbfounded
i stumble through these visions
this is life to me
beauty surrounded by sadness
and nobody to wake me up,
nobody to tell me it's all a lie
this is life to me
this is the only life thats the most real to me.
my eyes stay closed.
this is where i choose to be.

Author's Note

Is this all over the place or does it come to together?

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

I think its cool, I like poetry when its on the edge of making sense and not...that's the art of it, conveying how you feel, in words. Besides, I like it when Poets show raw emotions, and manage to control it somehow in their writing. I do the same thing.