The Dream - Poem by Joseph Cross
As my life collapses slowly, I begin to wonder why,
My sanity is leaving and the tears are growing nigh.
If god is really watching, then surely he will see
All the horrid chaos that keeps beckoning about me.
Or is he only testing to see how much I will take
Before I give up hope and eventually break.
The walls are drawing nearer, the world is getting dim,
Yet no matter how much I call, no answer will he give.
My mind is leaving quickly, I’m about to give up hope,
I feel as if I’m at the end of my metaphorical rope.
This land is getting blacker, the light is now so dim,
And all I had believed, is now a myth again.
But then I see a light coming close in all this black,
And it pulls me away from my pain, my hope is coming back.
I feel his love, I know his hope, and no longer do I weep,
For I have now awoken from a nightmare in my sleep.
So think about my story, and remember that its true,
In case something similar ever happens to you.
There is a moral in this, as soon you'll surely see,
Even though it was a dream, it all was real for me.
Hope is really out there, hiding in the gloom,
So second guessing god is something sinful to assume.
Be aware of your emotions, know when you’re about to break,
And perhaps you’ll learn to stop yourself before it gets too late.
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