Utopian fantasies that
Circle 'round your head like
Sugarplums and candy canes the
Night Before Christmas
Immerse you into
Blindness to the
Non-Utopian reality that,
So clearly,
You exist in.
You've found perfection (in your dreams)
You've found pleasure (in your dreams)
You've found peace (in your dreams)
You wake to find you lost
All
Three
...Overnight.
Waking up sometimes is the
Worst
Nightmare
Of
All.
Copyright 2009
~Stephen Denny Paul White~
{IdTakeABulletForYou}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem