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Oct 2020
My coffee's getting cold
My pain's aching slow

Oh, all these lost dreams
and river of tears streams
I'm every child's Dream
But my child-self's nightmare
I am glowing like the sun
They cherish me
But they don't know I burn

My coffee's getting cold
My pain's aching slow

Last night I dreamed
That i was living in my dream
But note that I can't practically live
in my dream
The breeze blew right through me
I leaned against a wall but I sank in it
That's when I noticed
That was my dream in my dream

Woke up to a boring alarm
I touched the screen and it stopped right then
My heart sank in as I realized
I was very much alive
So I live on...
The same nightmare everyday

My old man told me
We were born to thrive, to survive
So I thrive to survive
Is there a reward for it? NO...
More punishment came
For I lived
So I have to live

My coffee's getting cold
And my pain's aching slow

One day, I may get everything i dream of
End this pain once and for all
But for now,
I sit here to grip my sanity tighter
Before it slips away any farther

'cause my coffee was getting cold
and my pain was taking my soul.
shwiwi
Written by
shwiwi  18/Myanmar
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