What is worst than empty lined paper
lying in front of you?
A pencil moving light and slowly
beautifully but tired, over the sheet?
Drawing circles in your head.
but on the paper nothing is written..
The head upon the pllow
the eyes are nearly closed dreaming
far away..
In this dream, nothing has changed bright it is
and oh, so wonderful.
Dreams turn into to nightmares, Nightmares into reality
Reality is once again worse than dreams
What is then worse than empty lined paper?
Reality I tell you my friend.
posted by acebiggaveli
Diggin this! Love the connection you expressed between poetry and reality.