To sleep is to not feel anything.
That space where it’s blank
and black
Like the Ink in a bottle
Then something changes
you are still sleeping, but your mind is awake
It’s a beginning to your dream.
A canvas that the ink will stain.
To dream is to be on an adventure
Waiting to unfold.
You’re free falling into an abyss of wonder
nothing will stop you
“What’s next”
You’re “thinking” as you fall over that cliff
not knowing what will happen next
an adventure of mystery
You hit that damp ground
Your Bed
As though you had convulsions in your sleep
The regret of opening you eyes.
Then you’re back to that first root
Where the Space is blank
And black
Back to the Ink in the bottle.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Aww, Kaitlin, this is...
MARVELOUS.
I haven't read your poems in a while, but I'm glad to read this one. I really like the last stanza too.
And yay for you singing Beatles at the coffee house
Kevan!
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This was a really cool poem loved reading it
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Awww Thank you!
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