Behind My Pillow Poem by Drich The Poet

My world is peace
My world is harmony
My world is growth
My world is joy
My world is love
My world is the future
My world is my dream.

Freedom comes after
You find what enslaved you.
In a realm of no pain
Only inner peace
That clover around your imagination

Back to present
Stained mud imitates blood
Role play is left
Unattended to, TV's no
Longer have a function
The movie is right in front of your pupil
For now the apocalypse
Has not yet come.

Back to my pillow
In nights of after
Struggled days, you only
Hope that one day
All these castles built
In mind would come to life.
Do they?

That's why I prefer
Sleep over trauma
Some think I'm living in pain
But actually the world is pain

Why have the inappropriate
Suddenly become appropriate?
Nudity and profanity is now
Established as the go to standard to rate
Someone in their relationships.

This world, this place needs cure
I don't have such cure
Neither do I possess such will.
We've come to accept human as upper class species
Not me. I'm not buying that.
They world we live in
Polluted by same humans and
Same humans preach environmental protection.
Such irony. I smile but not for long.

In the phase of hard times
Sleep is my only comforter
Politics now dive into religion
Funny enough the
Cards are in the hands of the politicians
Not we the citizens.

Many ways to kill a soul is to put them
In a world they where by mindset
They think they are different
But in reality it's just boundaries
That's making such nuisance.

Now back to my pillow.