Dreams

     

A soul often lying

is a soul ripped.

in my eagerness to know

in earnest i slipped.

I believed in many things

and wondered at more

what was at the end and 

what we are at core.

Then the realisation, 

the world is indifferent.

What was is or will be

was truly never penned.

Striving is strife itself

words dont possess meaning.

It possesses us

and we live dreaming.

What it means to have lived

then know i didnt, suddenly finding

nightmares in dreams,

and i wake up screaming.

Reviews

[tanveer]

thanks guys....but we all know retrospection sometimes is dangerous.....

[Katie Flores]

your poem made me left me pondering, thinking about what I'm doing. Is it worth anything? Is what I'm doing going to actually matter.... I want to look back and KNOW I lived. wonderful poem, great job :)

[_mal]

Powerful. I liked the fourth stanza, an interesting thought plucked out and well put

[Balance]

"I believed in many things
and wondered at more
what was at the end and
what we are at core."

Wonderful!!!