I had a nightmare about you,
but their is nothing I can do.
I think that I ought to tell you,
only it's frightened me.
Frightened me so much;
I can not cry,
I am afraid to talk of anything,
in secret I am shaking wildly,
it feels as if my chest has been stabbed thoroughly.
This nightmare can not even be remembered,
yet is is so strong
that I can not even think straight,
it has frightened past relieving capabilities.
I don't understand any of this,
why would this happen?
Why me, you, even us?
Maybe if I can just let go;
let the entire dream thought leave,
but happiness will only come
to those who are patient in deservence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line should say patient instead of patience unless of course the author spoke the words in that form with some intent. Sort of cliche imagery, but not to bad. easily identifiable cause we have all had that nightmare at some point in our lives.
Thank you Kay. I hadn't realized the patient instead of patience. As you can see I did take your advice and change it, it simply makes more sense. My poems have only been seen by a few friends, so it is always nice to be able to take new points of view into consideration. ~Kimberly~