Treasure Island

Evan Evgeniou


Dreams of dreams


Dreams of dreams.
Once the lucid actuality,
now vain allusions
dwelling in daunting awakenings.

Desperate in order to preserve,
slipping away in the rythm,
replaced by the withering insanity.
The greatest of fears!

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The actual meaning behind the poem cannot actually be completely put into words. The basic idea is that of a dream that is now slowly disappearing. In this dream, the man of the poem found his sanity, his love, which is now slipping away as the days go by and reality takes over. The poem's second stanza is strongly connected with the next poem I have uploaded, 'No need for reason', in which the dream is forgotten and the madness of reality has taken over.

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