The dreamer

They say I'm a dreamer

and call fool.

I am a dreamer

but I am no fool.

In my mind I created a palace

my palace is in ruins.

I make every day the task

laying stone by stone.

I started it a long time ago

by now the half of it's ready.

I'm forty, alone, in a dark cornered alley

but soon my palace is done.

My heads a place with wonderful things

yet no easy way moving those stones.

I have to get my palace in place

so resting is not a choice.

Soon I'll never be alone again

I'll let family stay for free.

In my palace I'll have food and warmth

but I'll share as it's who I am.

I thought I was alone but

I've recently heard voices.

They cannot take my palace away

they can't, I've worked so hard.

Changed have things around me

it's gotten warmer and brighter.

The voices that still are there

have turned my stones into pillows.

My palace's turned soft

but I need to finish it up!

I stress to make it done in time

but my arms stop working, I panic.

I struggle to move my arms an inch

nothing works, they're stuck.

The voices screams, I'm seeing red

a pinch, everything fades away.

I now share my pillow palace unfinished

with all my new friend in here.

Some scream, some drools, one stares at you

one pace but the whitecoats do nothing but write.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)......................

[Trivén]

Please elaborate.

[Sami Khalil]

I like it...:)........................

[Trivén]

No deeper thoughts?

[Sami Khalil]

Nope. Just like it...:)...................