When your dreams aren’t so sweet—and—so innocent,
You pinch yourself, yet you’re
still fast asleep.
When your nightmares are so beautiful—and—so tempting,
You pinch yourself again, yet you
can’t get up.
When you imagination is so dark—and—so twisted,
Once more you pinch yourself, yet your
eyes are still closed.
The world you’ve always slept to escape
has turned against
You…..
Not all pretty colorful rainbows, bubblegum tasting cotton candy, and fluttery butterflies,
But dark ominous clouds, crazy scary clowns, skeletal bony snowmen,
psychotic lunatic dancers, broken shattered mirrors,
and more screaming, yelling, and thrashing, and crying
in a place without shining bright smiles or even the continuous joyous laughter…
When your childhood memories aren’t so precious,
You kept pinching yourself, as a hundred bruises came
on your arms and legs,
Yet nothing happens.
Your mind is lost by minute by second by minute by second;
Goes tick tock tick tock tick and everything suddenly clicks.
All your hopes and wishes are gone.
All your passions and ambitions melted.
All your faith and beliefs disappeared.
When dreams aren’t safe anymore,
when nightmares make much sense,
when imagination is wildly crazy,
when reality is so ruthless and cruel,
when memories are fading away,
when life is crashing down!
Just pinch yourself
Again again again again and again
A thousand pains later, you finally
Wake up…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem