Unattainable Poem by Rose Marie Cook

Sleep. Peaceful heaven;
Tranquility. The world where
Everything our hearts desire
Becomes attainable, close

Yet also an illusion
Of the sickest game.
A trick of the mind, a
Splinter seeped deep within our path

Holding you back; a dream
In your serene sleep state.
Never to gain, trudging through
Water, getting farther and farther.

The scream that will never be heard
A destination you will never know
Struggling to be free, yet fear keeps
Your reality far away from your dreams.