Dream Walker, by Invisible Poet Subscribe to rss feed for Invisible Poet

As i wake from my dreams
i forget what is real
it makes me want to scream
when i reach for the warmth that i feel

and she is no longer there
as she moments before, was
only seconds ago, i was holding her hair
drive me mad it sometimes does

the beautiful baby i hold
is not of this world
she resides where there is no cold
within my dreams she is curled

this must be reality
but then why do i wake
why cant my mind let me be
leave me here from my own sake

what is it that makes me feel this way
that makes others call me a stalker
maybe i dont wanna wake and face the day
if only i could remain, a dream walker


Posted: 2010-01-03 23:23:26 UTC

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2011-05-21 20:44:20PenToPaper
I absolutley love this. :) Deff made my feel something.