A day seems like an eternity without you,
As I stare the crowded street from my window.
Staring at the mass, searching for your face,
You won’t be coming back even though I know.
A tear dropped from my eyes to my hand,
With no one to catch it before it would fall.
No one to save me from the endless nights,
When in darkness it takes its painful toll.
So like always, I bury my face in the pillow
To muffle my silent screams
Sleep is many many miles away
So I wait for another dawn to break…
I closed my eyes and in darkness I found myself,
A picture of yours appeared and nothing else.
Another tear rolled while breaking my pain,
Here in obscurity you visited me once again.
"Sleep is many many miles away
So I wait for another dawn to break
This is such a powerful line, Okay! it may be incomplete, but for me , it is complete in its own way...
I really loved these lines a lot, purely heart wrenching.
Wow! Very powerful and sad. I like it a lot. It is always the worst when you can't sleep and your mind wonders to things that can never be. Very beautiful write!
This is utterly heart-wrenching. It pulls at the core of my being... I know these dreams and the torture of awakening from them. At least, as you said, you knew it couldn't be true, even in your dream. While that's a very strongly painful statement, perhaps it was easier to wake up from it that way, instead of believing it was true only to awake to find the truth. Parting is hard, endings can be crushing, and memories always linger. This is a beautiful depiction of a pain we share.
Some cultures believe that what happens in a dream really happens, only on another level... subconsciously, astrally, I don't know. I do know that dreams have helped, harmed and confused me, but still a person must sleep. I've often worked through issues in dreams only to wake and realize I did infact make progress on this level as well.
Hopefully, it's not as painful today as it was the day you wrote this.
Peace, Love and Light,
Cat
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