This is a poem that I cooked up while sitting on a windowsill, admiring the sunset...and as I've said before, I write my feelings, so this is from experience. My only question for everyone is this: Does anyone ever feel the same way????

Dreams

The sun dies,

its vivid blood stains the grey clouds.

The lake's placid waters mirror all-

save for what my soul desires.

The city towers in the distance,

yet I do not care for it.

My eyes only see the birds flying high above.

And my heart wishes to follow-

to soar in the sky,

both wind and freedom uplifting my wings.

I wish I could fly-

far far away,

to lands where all my dreams

shall come true.

The breeze lingers tantalizingly

whispering of such lands...

I reach out-

only to find nothing.

So close, and yet,

so far.

I never knew that believing

could hurt so much.

Yet these wounds are inflicted

only by myself.

I am the sole culprit.

Yet the same belief is what keeps me

going on.

When all I can think of

is giving in to cruel reality,

my dream shelters me.

When anger engulfs me,

and my sole desire is to maim

all within my sight,

it soothes me like the cool night,

Steering me away from the abyss.

No doubt,

my greatest pain is my salvation.

Lightning pierces the sky,

yet it shall never shatter my dream,

for Hope will always be my companion.

Laugh all you want,

call me insane...

But one day,

I shall fly

far far away,

to lands where all my dreams

shall come true.