Dreams were meant for crying

Dreams are such beautiful worlds- it is the only place we humans are ever free.

Subconsciousness invades me

There is nothing I can see

But the pain;

My face is filled with the rain

Of this pain.

I've kept it too long inside my heart

Now it is tearing me apart

I have not wanted to show my tears

Even to people I've known for years

Only in my dreams I show

All the pain and all the sorrow;

Since dreams were meant for crying.

Yes, they were meant for hiding.

Author's Note

Another one from last year.

Reviews

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the title pulled me in...
and your execution does not leave one wanting.
i admired your spin on the use of dreams...
not a place to live out fantasies but a place to release yourself from the shackles of reality.
great idea and poem!

[An owl on the moon]

Love the depth of your beautiful bittersweet message, that we can often only be true in our dreams... So wonderfully written!

Craig