Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Echoes are reeling
Screams in the night
I'm tired of feeling
I'm tired of the fight.

Too much weighing in
Day after day I try
Heart beating within
Only to see myself cry.

I breathe deeply to become calm
Searching through my storm
Remembering the feel of his arms
Keeping me safe and warm.

But it's only a dream
This I surely know
Nothing is as it seems
There's nothing for it to show.

Eyes open harsh and deft
I'm left alone in my bed
And all that's left
Are the voices in my head.

sometimes we miss things that weren't really there.....

He seems really there and I am sure about him, but then again there are times when I never really know.

Amen!

Quite fond of this poem, Jessica. I usually prefer free verse. However this is perfect rhythm and rhyme!

Thanks, wish the man would hold still long enough to talk to him.

Good and enjoyable poem with that uncertainty of life projected.

don't look now,
your love is showing

Not sure if it's my love or just a dream to be honest. But thank you