Dreaming Of Death Poem by Michael Lee Buchanan

A dream is all this lonely girl had
A dream to never see tomorrow
To finally submerse from the sorrow
And drown away her soul

Why she had these feelings
Only a single boy would ever know
He destroyed her, tore out her heart
And broke every bone, leaving her alone

And just in time, for there is a thought
That has yet to be pondered
If she were to wonder off, deep in the night
Could she find a way to never wake up to fight.

Is this girl, lost and cold
Helpless to society
Do they just pretend,
That they do not know

But with battle scars
From lonely nights
And memories
From another life

She urges her heart on
To beat through the day
And into the night
To fight another fight

Hoping that she will wake
and everything will be alright
She will not give up
For she has a heart, that still loves

And though he may never know
That through all the scars
And through all the mental blows
She has loved him.

Since the day she saw him,
And his very first words to her,
She has known this pain
Is worth it to her.

Because she can still remember
The hope that he instilled
And the love that he concealed
And his touch, that made her want to scream

These thoughts are what help her make it
These are the memories that help make it through
And on those days that she does not know what to do
She writes in her journal, the memories best forgot

Because they bleed only more sorrow
And sorrow only bleeds more hate
Hate turns to anger and anger to rage
And one day she will not be able to turn the page

But until then she is a lonely soldier
On the battlefield of love
With each passing day she gets colder
But she knows that he can rise about.

Maybe she will live, to find a new love
But how can she,
When these memories are enough
To keep her alive, but too much to find happiness against.

So live in sorrow
Soldier of love
And live for tomorrow
Perhaps the memories will fade

And you will find another
Who will do what he could do
Only better, in most every way
And this pain you suffer,

Will be worth it to you.
But you cant just seem to say goodbye
to everything that you knew.
But now there is just enough time to wonder why

A hope this boy has known,
since the day he was born
That one day he could vanquish this pain
before it drove him insane.

He loved her, and he prayed she loved him too
but he was too afraid of what he had to loose
to take a simple chance, and ask what he wished he knew
because every time he even heard her name, his heart flew

Jump my vessel, is all that his mind would say
Let me rest in peace, is all his heart would beg
But how could he give up, even with the pain being as it may
It never ends, a rhythmic segue

There is a peg on the wall,
where he can hang his heart, and hang his mind,
and where he ties the noose,
to end his life.

He could hang for seconds,
but it would feel like days
and in it would only be torture
showing him the other ways

Showing him, her on her bed crying
a picture of him in her arms
Hes gotta get free, but hes dying
and the visions blurring, alarms blaring

Away from the death,
he shall run
not even enough time to take a breath
he must see another sun.

That is when he realized where he is
in a hospital bed
she is there where he is
in a hospital chair

waiting for her love,
to awaken from the darkened dream
consciousness can’t come soon enough
The waiting, the agony, makes her want to scream

Doesn’t she know he is awake,
But he can’t move his leg,
nor his arm,
nor his head

Is this what its like,
to be dead
or is this just hell
back on earth

Was this my test,
to see what i am truly worth,
Did i fail you, yet again
this loneliness has been here since my birth

So awaken my body,
from this frightening dream
and comfort her sorrow
end her silent scream.

But he can not,
no matter how hard he tries
His torture laid on the spot
inside him mind, dead and he still dies.
So will she lay, with him on this bed

Will she die, with him the last thoughts in her head
She will not leave him, never again
Because without him, her love never would have gotten to begin.

And without him, by her side
she does not want to take on life.
And with this knife
She will lay with him, dead and dying.