A Dream Best Forgotten

A Dream Best Forgotten

In the dark night I toss and turn.
        The quite mocks me.
The bright digits burn into my retinas.
        They slowly change minute by the minute.
I turn over to hide from the glaring digits.
        However, now my eyes see the empty space.
My body feels the cold space that should hold warmth.
        I smell the faint lingering scent that is not here.
Finally deep sadness and sleep come, and my lids close.
        I have dreams upon dreams.
I am half awake over and over again.
        Each time I forget a dream.
Quietly, the dull gray light enters the room.
        I am awake slowly with one last dream in my head.
A dream that I wish I would have forgotten.
        Pulling reality into the realms of the virtual
Reality that was always beyond my grasp.
        She is now farther than before.
My ears hear a real sound that I know so well.
        A message awaits.
Words from a reality that is far away.
        I read phrases that only point to the virtual.
I answer back to the emptiness.
        My words vanish into the void.
All is quiet once again.
        I arise from a restless slumber.
I thrust myself into the real.

Later I am weary put decide I must embrace reality.
        Into the cold gray snow covered mountain I walk.
The snow is deep and with each step, I must lift my foot high.
        Slowly, I trek up the steep terrain.
I suck deeply and greedily at the cold air.
        It enters my lungs and stabs me like a knife.
My heart pounds harder the higher I go.
        I feel the blood rushing through me.
Heart peels back the layers of the virtual.
        However, now reality is nude in front of me.
Mind strips away the layers of reality.
        However, now virtual is nude in front of me.
I reach the goal of my walk.
        My hand brushes crisp snow off a log
I lower my exhausted body and sit.
        My soul feels the warmth of the earth.
My heart slows to normal.
        Breathe once labored now comes freely.
For a time, my soul shuts down.
        Body is the only reality.
To exist in reality should be the only goal.
        Feeling only what can be touched.
However, reality denies the very existence of the soul and heart.
        Virtual feeds the soul and heart.
I shake my body realizing I am feeling too warm in the cold.
        I slowly rise to my feet.
Carefully, I start the descent back down the mountain.
        Following my foot prints part of the way down.
Halfway to the bottom I decide to take a fresh path.
        However, in the end I find myself at my beginning.

Reviews

[Diamond]

I don't even care to read the poem, the the title draws my attention. You know why..... Some dreams haunt me in my wake moments​, sleep moments​ and worst thing even death cannot save my soul from that.