Morphine Dreams

drip drip drip

I dream of vanilla ice cream

Of circus clowns and barker sounds

Of days sunny bright and nights starry light

Of fairy wings and elfish things

But reality wails in bedridden rails

As morphine drips with candy lips

Creates this theme of an ice cream dream

 

Soldier red, soldier blue

Nowhere to run what can one do

Bullets fly with a hailing cry

While in my hole I beg to die

Rat tat tat, bing bang boom

All is doom, all is gloom

Soldier red I’m not yet dead

Soldier blue I’m in hell with you

 

Let reality fade in nightmares wake

I’d rather dream of ice cream cake

Of silver lakes and purple skies

Where I can swim where I can fly

Don’t wake me up, don’t let me see

I’m half the man I used to be

Please don’t make me scream

Just let me dream

Of cotton candy and vanilla ice cream.

Author's Note

The emotional and physical scars of war- Dreams protect against the horrors of reality... for many the morphine dreams were all that was left....

Reviews

[Michael X]

This is unexpected and brilliant, thoughts can't help but become part of an ever explosive theme of cold war
and hot lead, and it projects something that seems like a dream but in hard reality, is an all too
common event playing out daily, it just makes the heart wonder what kind of world we really live in.
you have a way with sonnets, keep up the great work

[bluessadmood]

That was lovely and yet so bitter what you say here..oh yes its an ugly world ,war and war,God how they love
the smell of blood,what ,did they all turn into vampies or something like that..when will this stop..
yes i can see how you portray life with dreams,days sunny bright,starry nights..nowhere to run what can we do
bullets cry with a hailing cry..while in my whole I beg to die..i want to dream..
dont wake me up,i dream..where i can swim where i can fly..dont wake me up ,dont you see
I am half the man I used to be..
thats what glorious wars will bring us,all glory,we sing of war and valor
and we dont know what misery it brings ..to all
how i enjoyed this my friend
lovely write..

[AK]

This is a stark and stunning reminder of the fate of so many who have gone to war. Brilliantly written, sobering to imagine, unforgettable to read.

[deeps]

Wow! This is one amazing write, I can feel like a cold war brewing here, You do to write a book I am serious, I'd buy one. I can feel the weakness and the subsiding in this of wanting for a yearning to come off of a high as well as a step into a trap door and sit out and wait for the hunger that has been unleashed
sadness blooms into this cause of the nation in which we live. Brillantly done write.

[better off]

Coolness, Man! I dig your style, you are good, This is going in my faves, I llike you talent.

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Bob...this is going straight into my library!

What a sobering portrait of war! That is an uncanny depiction of my late son-in-law John!
Like most Vietnam veterans...they lived though hell...and those that escaped death on the battlefield, returned home to face a different kind of death....death of the spirit. The horrors of that particular war changed a large portion of them from a gemeration of bright eyed young men, eager to serve their country...into cynical, distrusting of their goverment, bitter young men...many of them suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, that went unrecognized for decades! Many of them became homeless alcholics, unappreciated by the public... some of whom spat on them when they returned home!

Shame on us!!!

Bea

[Susan]

oh my god! this makes me want to cry. For it is that powerful and so emotional.. Dreams are very powerful, as mine wont let go of lost love.... keep dreaming...

[Bella]

I love the creativity of this poem. It's a great mix of happy, fantasy dreams and the horrific war and the death all around these soldiers. The imagery is really great too. And, even though I've never fought in a war before, I know that I'd rather dream of cotton candy and vanilla ice cream than face cruel reality. Very great poem!