I seem to live
Through my dreams.
My hopes and thoughts
Torn and ripped at the seams

I fall awake
Wishing to go back to sleep
Praying that it was real
Hoping to float again in the deep,

Dark spaces of where
My dreams take place.
This one about my angel
Who might've fallen from grace.

by Vi Lanflagle

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Comments (2)

Well articulated. Keep going. Dipy
This is a beautiful poem. -Storm