I put out the light,
And end my dreadful flight.
'Cause dreaming is the only thing,
That makes my heart keep beating.
So when it's all over,
And my mind is wide awake,
I tend to go back to the other world,
To forget my torture stake.
Yet I can't,
I'm dead again.
This is my real consent.1
Are there two worlds?
Or only one,
Where I can never run from?
'Cause I've felt something for so long,
Vibrating sound of a great big gong.2
Is this a dream,
A beautiful song?
Or am I being deceived,
Believing something wrong?3
If only a world of dreams were true.
And if all of us could be there too.
I'd be happy as long as I live,
'Cause it would be the greatest gift I would ever receive.
Author notes
This is part of a School Journal entry which was written June 12, 2007. I was 14, then.
* I did not change anything in this poem. It is exactly as I had written two years ago.
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Comments
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thats reaally good
well done
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Great language and great topic/message. 5/5
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