My Dreams Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

My Dreams



My dreams.

allies or foes?

try my might, fists pumped high, that they best me not

but worthy adversaries they remain

my dreams..............

they turn my insides to jelly as I rush forward to catch 'em lest they break

winding through me, thrilling me, breaking me, in the end, winding me up

phewx! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

occasionally we mesh ideas, and there's cause for celebration

sometimes they betray everything I hold dear by rejecting reason

'We dreams have to become reality, it is just within our nature' they insist

so I pursue often senseless pursuits to fill that void that looks only to please the soul

my dreams..............

A worthy cause I might add.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suresh Kumar Ek 13 September 2020

wild dreams poem. good art

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Dr Antony Theodore 08 September 2017

my dreams.............. they turn my insides to jelly as I rush forward to catch 'em lest they break winding through me, thrilling me, breaking me, in the end, winding me up.. dreams and reality, hopes to see the fulfillment of the dreams. nicely written poem. thank you dear poetess. tony

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