Dreams

I asked people to give me a word and I would write a poem based on the first things that came to mind. The word for this one was Dream.

Dreams 

lie scattered 

behind lucid eyelids

awaiting a reality 

that stands for my morals

and for the things I aspire to achieve.

My dreams plague me

Not all that I see is peace and harmony

but chaos and destruction

leaving behind devastation 

and atrocity.

These dreams prevent me from waking

enticing me and daring me

keeping me in place

giving illusions of a better land

but the grass isn't greener on the other side.