I hate my dreams . . .
I once dreamt of rain
Rain that fell,
but didn't touch my shoulders
And it rained during night time
Night time that shone
Darker than dark
And in that dream I was waving
And each time I waved
They knew it was me who's waving
But they never waved back
Never
And the moon, and the stars
They hung like pupils in the sky
And I watched them
As they watched me
But never did I laugh
When they laughed at me
And I was fearful
Because I hid in the shadows
Of closed eyelids
Until slowly, my eyes began to part
Only to realize that in waking up
The darkness was still there
. . . and I hate that even more
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
I hate my dreams . . .
I once dreamt of rain
Rain that fell,
but didn't touch my shoulders
And it rained during night time
Night time that shone
Darker than dark
And in that dream I was waving
And each time I waved
They knew it was me who's waving
But they never waved back
Never
And the moon, and the stars
They hung like pupils in the sky
And I watched them
As they watched me
But never did I laugh
When they laughed at me
And I was fearful
Because I hid in the shadows
Of closed eyelids
Until slowly, my eyes began to part
Only to realize that in waking up
The darkness was still there
. . . and I hate that even more
