In the realm of slumber, where dreams take flight,
A world of enchantment, bathed in soft moonlight.
Yet, as morning whispers, a cruel decree,
I find myself torn, from that realm so free.
A pleasant dream, like a fleeting wisp,
Evaporates slowly, from my grasp it slips.
The warmth of reverie, now icy and cold,
As reality awakens, a story unfolds.
In the cocoon of sleep, where illusions thrive,
Hopelessness lingers, as dreams take a dive.
The vibrant hues of joy, a fading glow,
As I exit the reverie, descending below.
The sweetness of fantasy, a bitter farewell,
A tender embrace transformed into a spell.
The world of dreams, an ephemeral trance,
Leaving me with a taste of bitter circumstance.
The vibrant landscapes, now distant and faint,
As I step into a reality, stark and quaint.
The melodies of dream, a haunting refrain,
In the wake of hopelessness, echoes of pain.
Yet, in the shadows of the waking hour,
A glimmer of memory, a fading flower.
The hopelessness wanes, as dreams leave a trace,
A lingering echo of that ephemeral space.
For in every dream, a message is weaved,
A reminder that hopelessness is soon retrieved.
As dawn surrenders to the day's grand scheme,
I carry a fragment of the dreamer's gleam.
About the Creator
BrendonJoseph
Just someone who enjoys the artistry of life and literacy. Aimed to capturing the small intricacies often missed.
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