In Dreams Poem by Phil Soar

Was it ever comforting to be alone and let the mind be free?
Has my life been something that has meant the world to me?
Why have I been almost overtaken by my thoughts?
And how will I be able to learn everything I’m taught?

The part of me that makes me who I am, was vulnerable
So difficult to handle, and at times quite gullible
Believing that there’s nothing that could keep it in control
Deep and heartfelt nothingness, infests my inner soul

I take it with me where I go, of that there is no doubt
Unable to resolve the way it tears me inside out
Sometimes I feel ecstatic, but for most I’m lost for hope
Torn apart by mind control, just feeling I can’t cope

Where all else makes no sense to me, the one thing I hold dear
Is the way I handle troubles, with an element of fear
Not knowing if the words I say might steer me right off track
I stand alone, I look around, and no-one sees the crack

I keep my inner thoughts away from those who love me so
I wear the world on shoulders that have weakened from each blow
And yet I seem to amble by, in a world that’s so extreme
While others plan their days ahead, my mind is in a dream