My dreams are a place of safety.
But sometimes it's a place of darkness.
How can I tell that I'm a good man,
If there are times when I dream about bad things?
I dream about the apocalypse ,
When I see all these wars and murders.
I dream about apocalypse,
Because I'm afraid. Fear is my weakness.
And at the same time,
I dream about peace in the whole world.
So ridicolous.
People never kind with each other;
It's their nature - to kill, to try to become first.
How can they not understand -
No one man can rule the Universe?
But they can destroy it.
And they do.
Blood rivers of pain and screams are not
The best landscape and music for a beautiful world.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2025 10:03
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for challenge 100 days of poems on tumblr.
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Comments2
Dreams tells us about our thoughts hidden in our unconscious mind. Good write
Thank you!
A poem that protests war, despots, and tyrants that start them. A good write
Thank you!
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