Crow thepoet

Silver Star - 3,328 Points (May 25th,1995)

Doctor, Doctor - Poem by Crow thepoet

They say dreams are the gateway to the show, the subconscious
like dreams are the free movies you subscribe to
once you close your eyes
If that's true
then what kind of movies am I subscribed to
What on earth do I think about while I sleep
This nightmare, the images I can't get out of my head
I repeat
incomplete are my thoughts
as I fail to sleep yet these drastic slumbering memories
find a way to seep through the disguise
of a day going all too well
freaking swell
Doctor, doctor
please tell me what all of this means
Doctor, doctor
tell me one thing
is 'delusional' the ailment to my disease
a spectacle of sorts
Doctor, doctor
What does it mean for you to be possessed in comatose by a ghost
then proceed to rip apart your own skin
to remove the demon within
shouting that you will not die today
What does it mean
to witness video game like death
a female apparition scratching names off her list
as she takes life after life
in search for her daughter just to kill her too
then resurrect the players to pursue and destroy again
What sense does any of this make
to be saved by a gaming controller
from a pack of werewolves on an abandoned dirt road
Doctor, doctor
what is your diagnosis
Doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor
could you tell me something, anything
Doctor, doctor
or would you shrug it off
make a joke and tell me to sleep it off
tell me to kill myself in my dreams
so I only find truth in my demise
like a personal cocoon to retreat in
and relive the moment where I thought I was in immortal
only to float back down on my magic carpet
bound and gagged
for me to be killed by corrupt castle guards
till I wake up in a panic
a childhood movie ruined internally
Doctor, doctor
am I delusional pr am I really that evil
for even my dreams wish to bury me so far deep in the ground

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Doctor, Doctor by Crow thepoet

  • (9/6/2015 7:27:00 PM)

    Dreams were never meant by their creator to be the masters of torment. But through patience and prayer, we may discover their meaning and significance. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

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