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Just the musings of someone who can't get sleep due to regretful dreams. The past is the one anchor we never want to let go of, and often this very anchor is what prevents us from sailing forward.

Submitted:Feb 15, 2014    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Regrets and confusion,

Uncertainty's protrusion,

show exclusively

in my dreams,

without conclusion.

Surely you relate,

or let me reiterate,

this endless abyss

i dive into, ironically,

as resident insomniate.

Dreamt what I did,

feelings that I hid,

memories suppressed

surfaced so well,

and there I saw a kid.

Age inscrutable has,

from a vague past,

shown bubbling

dreams and excitement,

both presently outcast.

Within a burning ember,

fuelled by many a member,

shapes and figures

that altered my path,

that was all I remember.

Some deemed I treasure,

of which I took measure,

ignorantly playing into

the hands of Time, I tried

correlating value with pleasure.

The treasures I stored,

in a sandbag, out poured,

through multiple tears

that showed unending wear, revealing

treasures that I could never afford.

Why must I introspect,

over these 'dreams' I recollect?

Because it's harder to tell

which are real and which are sirens,

although both leave me shipwrecked.


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