Bad Dream

A Poem by roroyourboat

Life before becoming present. Living in my head.

Aimlessly I wander
Through these never-ending dreams.
Carelessly, I ponder,
On the life this is, or seems…
To be, or has it been,
Just a figment of my head?
Sometimes I think the end
Would rather welcome me instead.
The one I’ve come to know
I have only grown to hate;
The seeds I’ve picked to sew
Fruited me this angry fate.
I’m tripping on the past�"
Tomorrow’s not in simple sight.
Will this fall be my last?
Or will I rise to make it right?
Will I ever wake up from
This nightmare of undying gloom?
Or will my morning sun
Be the dark-side of my moon?