Nightmares and dreams


Nightmares and dreams

Pondering is thinking.
Thinking of everything,
these has ever been happened.
Good or Bad.
No matter what, those are all the same.
Another memory, to take the place
of what’s really going on.
You think about the bad.
Or think about what you once had.
Finding it harder, to bring back those thoughts.
Thought’s that came with comfort.
Something you were never used to.
Never comfortable. Not even around
those you supposedly love.
We go by, as if we don’t remember.
Trying hard to forget.
Tomorrow, however we will face something else.
Something that needs to be blocked out.
With another lost memory.
Full of nightmares, and dreams.
That were simply never meant to be.

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Silent Tears


Silent Tears

If you come as softly
as the wind between the trees
you may hear what I hear
see what sorrow sees
and if you come I will be silent
and speak no words to you
I will not ask you anything
about why or what you do
we shall sit here silently
beneath two different years
and the rich earth between us
shall drink our silent tears.