Sleep, that unwanted dream,
where Angels drown your wings
in muddy puddles of unwanted tears,
in flames of forgotten fears.
Demons find sweet satisfaction
in every sad idea
pitifully whispered
to guardians of the dead.
Slip now into night's soft coma,
reject fantasies of insomnia,
toss...don't turn your back again,
dreams are every teardrop's friend.
2/8/08
'dreams are every tear drops friend' i like that.well stated thanks for sharing
The last line is a killer dear lovely poem now look for the light thanks Chris
Wonderful write that simply flows from beginning to end...10+++
your stanza is amazing! ! ! this is really cool. I am going to put it on my favs good job. Becca
without the dark side of dreams we would be at a loss to evaluate, alas we are often drawn on by a desire to purge ourselves and seek into the dark side, from creative curiosity inspiring10
Once I had this aweful dream where everyone was playing beautiful instruments for me and the more they played for me the sicker I got. I woke up heckov sick. I loved my dream though and it took me a while to realize that it was a nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really powerful i love it you inspire me to write good poems