Dreaming
In sleep my eyes are stolen, in a world that I am caught.
The dreams take me inward, as I become lost in thought.
The endless realm of darkness, it's pulling down at me.
My commitment is weak, but I should try to be set free.
This vision takes me deeper, engulfing my desires.
A fantasy awakened, a truth that’s told by liars.
With these words I struggle, find it hard to express.
The different ways I feel, and why I must confess.
To a changing life with terror and appeal
Because of this allusion the past became real.
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Ty,
I think you have described the fear that a lot of writers have:
"ith these words I struggle, find it hard to express / The different ways I feel, and why I must confess." Putting our thoughts and emotions into words is a struggle, but learning how to do it well is one of the most rewarding skills a person can learn. Thanks for you poem.
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