Us Living Things

A poem about being stuck in between images and constructions that try to hold us back

                                 Here we are again

     And we’re left awake in between recurring dreams-

            of what we’d like to be

                                     of what we wouldn’t-

    Dreams produced in a slumbering factory

     where everyone clocks in the time that they’d rather just pass

                                                                    As a non-living thing

A slumbering factory dreamt up by those seeking comforting sleep from dreaming again

 

And everyday the factory dreams:

         here all life lies

 sleeping

 

                        But here we are again

 

Reviews

[Esa Ray]

Simply creative! Do write more as I've felt you have great talent. You can still improve. Keep writing! :)