It's always a long way home
when your head is in the clouds
and your feet can't find purchase on the ground
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You close your eyes at the end of the day
trying and trying so hard to sleep
but need to hear what your dreams have to say
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They tell me about my past
They tell me about my present
Will the future be told if I ask?
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Escape, running, no way out for me
Impossible roads which fall off cliffs
and tumble me carelessly into the sea
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Flying with broken wings
waiting to crash to the earth
With nothing to hold me up but my feelings
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In my dreams I am strong
full of superpowers of magnificent strength
Owning towering wisdom, I am never wrong
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I must step carefully through the snakes
jump over crocodiles, avoiding the lions
hiding behind trees, whatever it takes
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I'm at the bus station trying to get home
Not enough money, I search for change
Try calling for help with the same broken phone
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It has been decades, why haven't they repaired this?
I wonder as I pick up the same damaged receiver
over and over again, hoping it's been magically fixed.
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Then, somehow I am hanging onto the bus roof
Struggling to hang on as the bus hits air
I see my old street for a moment, then poof!
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The bus lands and deposits me far away
in a strange neighborhood in the dark
Surrounded by evil strangers and I pray
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Somehow I always end up here
creeping through buildings abandoned
Waiting for the monsters to appear
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Even my superpowers cannot save me
Strength and wisdom
are meaningless in this realm of dream
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I should know by now they will never change
my dreams know me and I them
Each night a subconscious meeting is arranged
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Against my will I am forced to attend
a wall of frustration a portent of doom
Night after night terrors they send
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Until the sunlight streams once again
I am bound to these phantasms
Because I cannot bear to look away from them
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Waking exhausted, shaken, and unnerved
yet, out of morbid curiosity, I cannot bear to look away
What will tonight's demons serve?
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Oh, for a dreamless night
a calm, peaceful rest for body and soul
where my vivid imagination does not take flight.
Oh, what I'd give for just one dreamless night
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Tina D'Angelo
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Comments (4)
This is so relateble this last month! ❤️😭
This was so relatable and so vividly described, Tina! I can sympathize with the plight of never having a dreamless night, they say that means we never truly rest. But I just use the nonsense as story ideas, problem is they tend to pile up quickly!
Each night a subconscious meeting is arranged Against my will I am forced to attend These lines resonated so deeply with me. I do dream every night but somehow, there would always be a dream which is classroom, school or education related. Those dreams aren't exactly nightmares but it's exhausting having to dream about the same thing but with different plots. Loved your poem!
Sorry, Tina but as hard as I try, poetry just isn't my thing.