Am I dreaming?
Or is this reality sneaking up on me?
Am I somewhere stuck in a bed instead, trapped inside my head?
Am I crazy to believe the possibilities of me being frozen between time
Never ending, everlasting sleep
Days repeating
Somehow everything's the same
Nothing seems to change like I do
And I wander between the cracks of time
Wondering why I am like this?
Do I even exist or am I imagined?
Oh, everything is so strange as I walk around
My mind is filled with memories that I'm not sure are even real
And my sanity becomes shaky as everything fades away
And I'm left on my own
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A Never Ending Dream
PoetryI lost my grandfather June 26 2016. Unfortunately, I didn't get to visit him until after he'd already fallen into an irrevocable state since I had to work nearly everyday. This will be filled with poetry from both previous years when I was feeling d...
