‘Sleep Is Only Sleep’
I wished the past week a dream; that it’d just be a reminder of how much.
Hoping I’d wake up in the middle of a Sunday morning service,
Complain about how tight my shoes are and how badly I need to take them off.
I’d come by for a quick hello and disappear because I’d see you tomorrow.
I’d make up for my disappearance.
Over the last few hours of this dream,
I realized that I am not in a dream,
I had been pulled away from my dream state
And now not only am I forced to feel how much,
But I can’t force my way back.
I’m painfully awake.
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And so maybe I belong to this world,
And the desperate need to feel every single need.
And maybe the angel in my dreams is where she belongs,
In the temporary moments of a dream to which I can never return.
I stay awake, in fear of what my next dream holds.
Then sleep takes me, after my mind has inflicted enough pain,
To a darkness where I cannot feel, and sleep is only sleep.