I was asleep and nothing felt real.
It never does. My dreams are not
Normal. Sometimes they even
Haunt my mornings. The only
Place I see you. I wish I didn't.
I like pretending you never
Existed at all, the darkness,
The light, all just a murky
Memory of something
Better left forgotten.
*
Forgotten. Better.
Something of a memory,
Murky. The light. The
darkness. All existed.
Never pretending like I
Didn't. I wish you see
The place. Only the
Mornings haunt, even
Sometimes, not normal
Dreams. Does it never really
Feel nothing? Asleep I was.
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Author:
Merissa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another assignment but this one is about my Dad. He died when I was 12 and sometimes I see him in my dreams.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Very well done Merissa!
A lot left unsaid there - you certainly made that plain without disclosure.
I found in your words a very skilful explanation.
Our dearly departed are never really gone and I find it comforting that we can see them again even if it's in the realm of sleep. Wonderful piece 🌹
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