My Dreams Poem by Joshua Hillard

My Dreams



I have seen too many dreams,
I envisioned a life behind the scenes,
Closed doors but the windows open,
Find an escape, with faith and hoping,

If there's another way,
I'll find it, but just in case,
These dreams I must pursue,
Find a way to make them true,

I'm living in a world so cold,
Feeling young, but growing old,
Rocks crumble, I begin to shake,
Lines are fading, they're ready to break,

When they do, you'll finally know,
This dream I had I try to show,
I imagine a place with serenity and soul,
The grass is green, the world is whole,

But as I gaze, I see the truth,
Behind these lines, I find the proof,
A game was played, a set-line joke,
Gasping for air, as I begin to choke,

I knew better, honestly, I could see,
This vision I had was no epiphany,
It was a premonition, delayed on course,
Crashing my world with unrelenting force,

As I sit here to think, what I have become,
I grew with problems, no time to sit home,
No daydreaming of life, something I truly want,
Can't fill my needs as this pain begins to haunt,

Sidetracked by memories, they create my dreams,
Once a Heaven-ed place, it was too good as it seems,
I bleed, one color, one memory I'll fade,
A good to bad course, action, and plans I have made,

Don't stop me now, for I am here,
No chance for forgiveness as I live here in fear,
Peddle to a pace as my heart skips a beat,
This dream that I had was the place for us to meet,

Layer upon layer, rocks fill the empty soul,
Vessels lay scattered, the sky, so faded and dull,
Only if I close my eyes, I can see what's right,
But as I open them, I fade from the light,

Only a dream, a casket closed,
This was the life I apparently chose,
Living dream from dream, envisioned through time,
For life is a course; a destruction waiting in line,

Here I am, a sinner by heart,
I found the beginning, but I was torn apart,
Piece by piece I created a revelation,
Unfortunately for me, I missed an indication,

So follow me, through this abyss of life,
Call it what you want, be determined for a prize,
Lift your head high, plant your feet on the ground,
Close your eyes, and live what's all around.

Saturday, December 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thomas Plotz 17 November 2015

This dream that I had was the place for us to meet. T.

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