Nocturnal hallucinations enthrall
my mind in slumbering delirium.
Evolving from nothing I can recall,
the circumstances of these visions come
to dominate all else that I may know
of real-life concerns and day-to-day trusts --
sometimes with unknown purpose, some just grow
from nightmarish grief or unfulfilled lusts.
Till waking, I don't even think to try
to see past what I have let overwhelm --
the dreams so real and involving that I
do not conceive a world outside their realm.
Once I am up, I know that these were dreams:
Now I’m awake, at least that’s how it seems.
Created: Apr 23, 2014Poeteye Document Media