Dreaming Is A Curse Poem by Geof Lusins

The day we went to the river
I asked you a question
you replied "yes of course"
the day you gave me the ring, I once gave you
I asked you a question
you replied "it's too late this time"
Somewhere in the brain is the place where dreams are stored
I could not get out of bed today
My night was infected
A cancer of you slowly eating away ‘riddling" my dreams
the day we went to the river
we should have jumped in
drowning our future problems
saturating our lungs
the current and the cold would wash over us
tearing us apart
swallowing us under
our bodies drifting without
the burden of broken hearts