Dreams

Posted by Ben | Posted in | Posted on Saturday, January 16, 2010

I still dream about her.

All this time spent killing my dreams,
Hunting them down and dismantling them,
All I've managed to do is drive them underground.

They surface sometimes, when I let my guard down,
When I think I am ok.
Someone will ask me,
What is your ideal day?
And the dream answers
Before I hear the question.

And then, at night,
Feeling secure in the knowledge of the hunter's powerlessness,
The dream surfaces,
And I remember what it is like to be happy.

But I must awake.
And my hatred for the dream is renewed.
And the hunt begins again.

Once I fought alongside the dream.
It was my ally, my strength.
But I was overcome,
And my friend the dream had power only in the night.
I must awake.
I must hunt my betrayer.

But he who was so powerless in my behalf
Is not so easy to kill.
He hides underground,
He bides his time,
When he falls,
I feel I am secure, and he slinks away in the shadows
To quietly rise again.

I must awake, or continue to sleep,
Or kill the dream or turn back to his side,
But the choice does not matter,
I will never kill the dream.
I will die when I kill the dream.
For I am the dream.

Comments (2)

very cool!!

I really enjoyed your poem. You have the ability to touch upon something we have all felt. I thoroughly appreciate your ability to express these thoughts so poignantly and honestly. Keep up the good work.

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