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alone in my dreams
Sometimes I drown in fantasy
A cute old house all for me
A garden kept by everyone before me
Tales written of lifetimes in the walls
And my own added to the chapters
Trees older than tripple my lifetime
My stomach hurts when I imagine it
I sacrificed my dream of it all
"Have no regrets" I constantly tell myself
Everything that happens is meaningless
Dreams are meant for when you're asleep
I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava
And ponder upon deep stagnant waters
What would someone sacrifice for stability?
For things to always be taken care of
What are dreams except the perfect fodder?
We sacrifice youth for our old self
And I sacrifice my present self for my future
Yet I still dream... No matter the drugs
No matter the repeated words
That I constantly, constantly tell myself
I still dream of a garden started by others
Of a house full of stories I'll never know
And I dream most... of just being alone
A cute old house all for me
A garden kept by everyone before me
Tales written of lifetimes in the walls
And my own added to the chapters
Trees older than tripple my lifetime
My stomach hurts when I imagine it
I sacrificed my dream of it all
"Have no regrets" I constantly tell myself
Everything that happens is meaningless
Dreams are meant for when you're asleep
I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava
And ponder upon deep stagnant waters
What would someone sacrifice for stability?
For things to always be taken care of
What are dreams except the perfect fodder?
We sacrifice youth for our old self
And I sacrifice my present self for my future
Yet I still dream... No matter the drugs
No matter the repeated words
That I constantly, constantly tell myself
I still dream of a garden started by others
Of a house full of stories I'll never know
And I dream most... of just being alone
Published 26th Oct 2022
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26th Oct 2022 11:44pm
This speaks to my heart tonight dear Brown Eyed Girl. My left over dreams never escape even when I think they are long forgotten.
Love the read and feeling your pain.
Take care.
Love the read and feeling your pain.
Take care.
27th Oct 2022 2:52am
Sometimes I feel like everything is getting worse. I had a panic attack over a busy Albertsons the other day. I just want to be left alone to my sewing and poetry lol
27th Oct 2022 2:59am
I’ve had days, recently, very much like that. Thought they were gone. Stay strong.
27th Oct 2022 3:06am
I know I'll get better with it all eventually. I just haven't gone out in two years. I'm so rusty with public spaces. Pretty much mastered the art of going to the grocery store without running into any one. Now new grocery store and new hours to figure out how to avoid people. Apparently early morning on a monday aint it lmao
27th Oct 2022 3:15am
You will get there, I know it. All good things take time. Sweet dreams to you tonight. Goodnight.
27th Oct 2022 3:48am
Really love the way that you folded it back on to itself, you've got a great gift with your writing. Tight
27th Oct 2022 3:51am
Thank you so much for giving my work a read. I'm glad you liked it. I tried to do the whole start with something then end it with the same thing reworded? I don't remember what that's called.
16th Nov 2022 4:51pm
"I'm watching time bleed through my fingers
I think of sand and glass and molten lava" this lines got me.
Relatable and touching.
I think of sand and glass and molten lava" this lines got me.
Relatable and touching.
16th Nov 2022 6:44pm
Those things always seem to show up when Im writing poetry. Thank you for your kindness Wally. I always look forward to them. 💙
