Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by Nyanachi

Dreaming I was someone else,
when all realities swallow me.
everything I am feels dirty,
yet life itself clean.
and there's no soap.
and I have no bubbles.
nor do I know if i need them.
those footprints behind,
how many tears will it take to wash them?
songs feed my legs
and thats how I move.
pink in the eyes,
crawling under my own skin,
I sing to you.

© 2014 Nyanachi


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Added on March 13, 2014
Last Updated on March 14, 2014
Tags: dreams, identity, regret, self-observation, reality, sad, sadness, footsteps, history, memory, pain, skin, songs