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

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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 life@postbulletin.com.