Sentimental Dream Read Count : 116

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Last night, I had a dream that my mother died

And I woke in a cold sweat awaiting her voice.

As I awaited for her to answer my calls, I cried

Unsure how I would live if God made his choice.

In that moment, life itself became surreal

And every fairytales proved itself as fake.

Though speechless, I found the words to curse the angels

Who come in joy but leave destruction in their wake.

I wept for my sisters as if I wasn't their brother

Because their mother could no longer nurture them.

If they lost her, would they have another

Who would love unconditionally and protect against sin?

Who would walk them down that aisle

When the time comes?

I sure as hell do deserve the right.

My phone rang but it was only my father

And his suffering never seemed so legitimate.

Each wailed served as a painful reminder

That even the liveliness of smiles will become inanimate.

This morning, you called and I smiled

Happy I left the nightmare I was living in.

But maybe my mind is broken

Because now all I see and think of are coffins

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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    The beauty of waking up from a dream is the realization that it’s not real or the Pleasure one might of derived from it This(as in some) was a little bit of both Leaves more to figure out🦋🦋🦋

    Dec 06, 2018

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