Thoughts of dreams past
Will time ever prevail over the wounds of days gone past?
Will rivers of tears shed ever calm?
Will my yearning of lost dreams ever subside?
Will my eyes and ears seize to be windows of torture?
What then do I sae to my aching heart?
” hush now, tomorrow brings with it better hope?”
Do I sooth it with dreams of a better future?
An act of enablement,
Putting false dreams to feed a better tomorrow dreamed
A vicious self-inflicted bliss.
Can one cheat life and Wear a cheery face whilst,
One entertains turmoil within?
Become so efficient at the ‘nothing is wrong statement, ‘
Only to fit in, in a society so false.
So beguiled by lies that truth seizes to be real
But holds on for dear life
In but a distantly remembered legend once
Told in childhood past forgotten?
Do we create this false dream or are we victims of this nightmare incarnate?
Or is it just a dream?
A false one
A hopeful one?
By Kuda Marime