A Little Longer Please
21 July, 2002
Author: Shan
When i sit down by myself,
or when I go talk to friends,
there's a want that keeps me here,
a certain need I must forfill.
Maybe it's inside my head,
or maybe it's outside.
I'm in a bubble and it's clear
this is where I like to hide.
When I'm sleeping soundly
and my dreams are nicely wild,
I am running down dark streets,
laughing, screaming, like a child.
But half asleep and crying,
making noises. I deplore.
Please don't wake me up yet,
I need just five minutes more.
You don't have to tell me because I already know.
I know I'm wasting my time here in the bubble.
here in the warmth.The only place I'm safe
from all the crazy psychotic realities is here in my dreams,
just a little longer please.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Alana Sosa (66.119.34.39) -- Thursday, December 19 2002, 03:50 am That poem is beautiful and it is realistic i never thought of my dream before maybe that is why god made dreams end before they are finished |
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