Why do I dream,
why do I sleep?
When the things that I see only remind me.
The pain from your love,
or the sting of your hate.
No words can express what I cannot escape.
Why do I dream,
why do I sleep.
When I lack the means to let go of these things?
The words never said,
or the sting of your tears.
The rage in your eyes blocked what you needed to hear.
No salve for the wound,
No pill for the pain.
Why do I dream of things unchanged?
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
