Dreams are pleasant
Filled with light
Covering up everything
Seeing without sight
Reality is brutal
Filled with endless night
Fear is lurking everywhere
Feeding without invite
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
