dream

I hate to lay

On my bed

And wish to never wake

 

I hate to dream

And then know it must end

 

My dreams are my sub conscience

Its things I crave

Or am afraid of

Even things that have happened

Or feels as if were true

 

 

Dreams are ways to think it through

To have different perspectives

A chance to make the right decision

Even if you’re not aware of it

 

Nightmares are the opposite

But still occur in sleep

They make you want to wake up

In anguish

 

They flip reality

And make it like things are against you

They make you desire to stay awake

And avoid what you don't like

 

When I have a nightmare

I  think of things

That make me want to scream

But if you face it

Then

The butterflies will sing

The birds will start to chirp

The sun starts to rise

And the deer start to frolic

Reviews

[Cass Cumerford]

excellent poem--i have a story about dreams being twisted by the dreamer in order to overcome fears later----i loved your poem where you rhymned" I am" with "my mule Sam"--..great originality...(.like E.E .Cummings work)----don't throw any poems away ...ever... i did when i was young and now i realise they were my best.