Coming Clean

The Nightmares of Reality

I lay awakening in my bed, the moon illuminating through my window.

Thoughts start to consume my brain, but then I slowly drift off.

Petrifying Imagery fills my mind.

Frightening things that most people would not dream of.

I dream of scream curtailing bloody murder.

I dream of the young being taken away from their mothers.

I dream of tornadoes ripping through small villages leaving nothing but the ground.

I dream of a boy being abused for doing absolutely nothing.

I dream of those who are blind and of those who are deaf.

I dream of hurricanes sweeping innocent people out to sea and drowning them to their death.

I dream of a girl being rejected from her peers because of the color of her skin.

I dream of volcanoes erupting leaving nothing but ash.

I dream of children suffering from
famine and starvation.

I dream of illnesses and diseases that have yet to find a cure.

I dream of earthquakes that cause people to become homeless.

I dream of war far away, but still very close to home.

And I realize with a startling clarity
that my dreams are nothing but reality.