Monday, 18 April 2011

The Dreamers Poem

Am I trapped or suffering
In this eternal dream?
As I burn in midnight,
As I toss and scream?

On the cold cement
As the daylight burns
As my life goes by
As I take my turns

I drift out of now,
Trapped in my dreams
Ensnared in silence
In the icy betweens

A whole world out there
Yet here I sit
Folded in unreality
In the sins I commit

All the good is lost
All the faults burn bright
Times are hard for dreamers
In this awful neon light

Oh, folded dreamer,
Creased in a book
Slipping through pages
In the reading nook

Fingering ink stains
Drinking up story
Rolling and lolling
In wonderments glory

Happily lost in the other
Far, far, away
Twisting up in fiction
Drowning in cliché

Oh folded dreamer,
Free and soaring,
Creased in a book
While my tears are pouring.

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