For me,
To lie on the bed is to lie to myself.
I'm running, running away.
Hiding, hiding from reality.
For me,
To fall asleep is to fall in love.
I've forgotten about reality, about life
I'm just in a dream.
For me,
To awake from sleep is to awake to a nightmare,
Life is too tough, too hard in this world.
I'm reaching my limit.
But,
For me,
You're my reality in my fantasies.
You're the key to the locked door,
You're my dream when i'm awake.
I love the style you have. writing with a purpose. I'll have to hurry and get some of my poetry submitted for you to check out.
lucid words....kinda weird linkage of fantasy and reality...somewhat probes deeper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The writing style with which this poem has been written is really one of a kind as unpredictability is what is reflected and surely it adds a glitter to your poetry.