I'm having that same old nightmare.
I'm running through the sand...
I've reached the place where someone is...
They're reaching out their hand.
Just as I try to take it
they yank their hand away.
I try to hollar for some help
but there's nothing I can say.
I have no voice to yell with.
No words can be let out.
The tears are streaming down my face.
I'm fighting just to shout.
I need someone to save me
but that someone will not stay.
I have to force myself to stop...
just turn and walk away.
This is not the same old nightmare It's a mixture of compassion fatigue and frustration and all compassionate people feel it but they mostly cannot express it as beautifully as you have done.
This is really powerful and touching. I think everyone knows this kind of experience your talking about, but you have captured it amazingly. Well done. Warm regards, Seán
mary I was most touched by this poem I could read right into it. I have been through so many different experences with dreams, that I could write a book on them. If you get a chance read my poem Dreams great poem mary10+
Honestly this is a dream I have often....in my heart I think it's representing my feelings I have with the need for my mother to be in my life and my struggle to just accept the fact that it will probably never happen. (I do tend to over-analyze things though!)
I actually have a different impression from Sandra. I like the second two stanzas as much as the first two. I like the subject matter, but I must say I find the whole thing a bit simplistic. Are you just describing a dream or is it symbolic for something more? Can't really tell. But I enjoyed reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought this was very good Mary, but the first two stanza's I thought were much better than the last two. I thought the first line of the third stanza really stopped the rhythem and I had to back up and read it again. The last stanza was a little bumpy as well, but I really liked what you said. A solid 9.