In my dream I went missing
Everyone went looking for me
Without a trace I had vanished
No last words or letters ever written
Leaving parts of my presence
But no one ever got a clue of my feelings
There was no reason for them to believe
For I was there for everyone
Listening to every word they had to say
Giving them solace when things went wrong
No one ever heard my story
For I never had a chance to narrate
I went missing, with all my poems and stories
Within them I was living my life
Making the changes with the pen I had
Then suddenly the ink ran dry
I had gone too far, with my manuscripts
No one will ever read my writings
In my dream someone came asking, “Where are you from?”
I could not talk and did not have a language
I handed over the manuscripts
To read out my writings
Suddenly I woke up
And to a new day
Now the dream is behind me
Another day waits in anticipation