Dreams Poem by Sylina Burchfield

Everlasting, never ending. What I understand is what I don't know. The expressions upon the people I see. The dreams threw your eyes, then back to me. Unable to breath, to see the truth. The meaning so unclear. Pressure as I sink lower into the vast open water beneath me. Pulling so strong, barely able to see the light. Almost relaxed, then the panic. The pressure so strong all around me now. Trying with all I had left. No way away, then awoke without the pleasure of ever knowing.