To Covet

Realization, sharpening my mind,
Plunges deeper than a dagger.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Eyes, moist with regret,
Stare blankly into nothing.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Loss, leaking from a broken shell,
Dominates all that is.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Smile, crooked with truth,
Metamorphs into ice.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Happiness, poisoning my perspective,
Inebriates the senses.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Yet still awake.

by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

Comments (6)

Yes, life as well as event changes with the progress of time, but true love remains constant always. Chandan
It's a wonderful poem. The cosmic process of change creates variety, but the constant Love is the creator and connector of all those varieties. Chandan
Is it ok if I use this for a project, you will be credited.
Nice poem, I liked the words. Beautiful....f a b u l o u s
Nice poem, I liked the words. Beautiful....i loved it
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