Saturating tears run down my cheek. Saturday night seems so lonely this week. I smash a tad pole in my hand, and make a wish to leave god's plan. the nightmares we have all become true. evident lies corrupt the insides. last night I laid beside the fire of a funeral pyre. gazing sky ward I felt the angels cringe with disgust. I have been dreaming of of bodies laid in a pile, with swastikas flying above the mass graves. What could have caused them to be insane? As I lay down and cry,I hold my best friend, and she protects me from all my pain. I hold tight to my wife and as I sob out my story, she reminds me it was a dream and not reality. I sigh with relief and hold her tighter. and fall back asleep with my spirits much lighter.
Reason for writing:
My wife.My dislike for the irrational hate in this world.
and my fascination with dreams.
Birth sign: Leo
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