Half awake, half asleep.
One eye open, the other in slumber deep.
The thoughts start out familiar,
But they soon make me bewildered.
The scene is a place I’ve been
Was it here or in a different dream?
I want to believe everything I see,
But what was can no longer be.
The images are all convoluted
For this time and place, they’re unsuited
The people come and go at random
Some I know, some are just stand-ins
These false dreams seem so sincere,
Though their memory rapidly disappears.
As vivid as they are at the time,
They soon begin to fog over in my mind.
I wish I could bring them back to clarity
Though false, they may explain my reality.
As I begin to gain consciousness,
I realize the real world is a real mess.
I try to doze off and recapture
The ordered chaos and unnatural nature
Of these dreams, the beautiful false creation
By my mind, but there’s no salvation.
The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at firstname.lastname@example.org.