I Had a Dream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about Heartbreak, quarantine, sadness, depression, and hope.
Hope for my life to make a damn U turn.

(Hope that the quarantine won't be necessery soon.)

I Had a Dream


I usually lock myself away, I usually stay quiet.

I usually stay away, I usually keep to myself.

I was lifted from sadness, I wasn't depressed, I tried, but I couldn't keep to myself.

I felt like I was on a lift.

Thought it would be a great day, I even had a gift.

A gift for my carrier, a gift that had broken my barrier.

what was once big and tall, and quiet, opened up even after promising not to do that again.

 I tried to refrain, what did I have to lose I thought, and so I brought, I brought my gift, the celebration in my mind.

Though I was so blind.

Why fall for my kind.

I felt lifted from despair and anguish, and in a flash, a matter of minutes I fell, fell off the lift, and my gift, my gift....

Corona-lockdown beginning, I can't rid myself of this forsaken ticking.

I cried for days, I couldn't sleep, didn't realize I was in this deep...

I finally fell asleep.

I hit the concrete, I feel warm, I feel nostalgia.

Is this the warm and gentle touch I've been missing.

I'm losing blood by the lot, hey, here's a thought, this might be the end.

A nightmare?

Am I no longer self aware...

I haven't seen my friends for quite a long time now.

I feel as if....No I don't know, I don't know, i think I'm in disbelief...

It's not a relief, not knowing what I feel.

I had a dream.... A dream so pleasent, it has since descent.

I end up hitting the concrete every time...

I try to express myself, but I can only in rhyme.


I haven't seen my firiends for a long time, I think I'm trapped, my mind gapped.

I have a few things to do, not enough though.

I'll try and see it through, with no deceit, though my nightmare is on repeat.


I met new people online, I felt I was walking a thin line.

i offended one, I fell, fell from the thin line I once stood upon, I was stopped, but I can't see it, where's the line?

 I'm exactly what I despise... The line is thinner, and more slippery than ice.

Corona virus still on outbreak, can't I get a break....

When will the quarantine end?

I tried to blend, but to no extent... I couldn't talk to someone anymore..

It hurt trying to talk, no matter what I was to say, it was no damn walk in the park...


I'm hoping, hopnig the virus will be gone soon, I'm going insane sitting in my room.

I've only been out twice, to the fucking dentist...

I can't get a job, virus fully to blame.

I can't stop thinking of the name...

I'm a mess.

No threat, atleast I don't think, I feel as though I can't blink.

I try to keep my sanity, as this quarantine continues at the seems.

I won't be lead to my demise.


I hope, and I'll be keen.

For I Had a Dream.

Submitted: May 18, 2020

© Copyright 2021 LeoShy. All rights reserved.

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Bert Broomberg

This poem deals with a theme that is recognizable for a lot of people; sadly, I should add. Good job.

Mon, May 18th, 2020 9:00pm


I greatly appreciate your comment, and yeah it is sad, but that's life I guess.

Mon, May 18th, 2020 3:51pm

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