What do I know of dreams?
Only I that I have constantly been
Researching how to stop them
Since they started haunting me
A warning or an order, just like real
That weird world of people I know
Voices and faces in the head that sleeps
There couldn't be, a darker show
Twisted world of facts and artefacts
Trickling down the roots of my mind
Peace is what they need, maybe
But they never leave me, in a condition to find.
-Days of madness in the night, been a while thankfully.
Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2024 11:06
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
It!s a pity we can’t switch our dreams on and off like the tv. At times they can be upsetting and unsettling. All that stuff churning away in our heads. We have no control over it. Hopefully they will fade into the background soon. Nicely narrated lines.
Thanks a lot for reading, for your reflection and appreciation 🙂
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