IIB (28/09/1990 / south africa)

Just Dreams

Carried and dropped at a world
So odd, and precisely cold to their Souls
Where dreams are just dreams
That never become realities
A world where hope is nothing but Comfort
To the pain of liberating themselves From mind slavery

A place where nothing goes unnoticed
Even the most morbid inner fear
Slashes out profusely like sharp Spears
Reaching weak hearts with the intent Of making it disappear
From the different broken windows in Their eyes
There isnt far or near
Except what they feel blowing on Their bone-like skin

Waking up from a dream to another Unrealistic dream
I spot a vision my mind adores
A vision so pure and beautifull
I now understand the Present and the Past!

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This is a very deep poem Irenio...full of passion... well penned regards Alf