In my dreams

In my dreams you always come.

Taking my hand when I am down,

waving away all my fears and doubts.

Be patient you say, I will surely be

around the next corner you’ll see.

Then my eyes open and you are gone.

Alone again I must be strong.

Waiting and hoping as time goes by,

to have my heart recognize you and pound.

But with each faceless stranger I meet

despair trickles from my head to feet.

I feel nothing and yet I yearn for contact

reaching out to those around me

trying to find a cure for my emptiness.

But failing and disgusting myself.

Knowing that I am too addicted to you

the one in my dreams.

The End

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