I'M Dying In My Dreams

Poem By Gary Scott Gebert

Every night seems a little longer,
trying to find my way in the dark.
Crawling through these endless thoughts,
hoping to reach the finishing line.

Without knowing why these feelings emerge,
sensing as if I’m being pulled beneath the surface.
A distorted view from below the playing field,
aware that nothing is fair in love at all.

Each night I am drawn to you,
in my numbing sleepiness I find your apparition.
Keeping the secrets close to heart,
not divulging the truth as I awake in the light.

But my heart empties each morning,
the scent of you dissipating with the morning mist.
Opening a defect that cannot be mended,
an anomaly beyond all medical science or personal will.

I suffer each day from your absence,
thinking only of my next sleep.
To awake before you in the deepest time,
sharing what I cannot reveal in the open.

My love, I’m dying in my dreams,
knowing that you’re not really here.
With someday needing to face the reality of it all,
admitting I am a fool for my love for you.

Comments about I'M Dying In My Dreams

nice musicality to this poem. A lot of thought has gone into it. It's very good.


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