Dreaming

A poem by Tyler Golec

Crawl into dreams

Mind bleeding

Ever bleeding out

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Not like those from slit wrists

Bleeding from clichéd heart wounds

Crawling for understanding

But only finding sex

Pleasure laced raping of the soul

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I am dying here

I am master here

These are dark dreams from stoned minds

Masterminds of the surreal

The afterlife of an artist

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We are free in dreams

And I in words

For I dream words in dark places

The not shallow depths of a human conscious

Subconsciously producing life, thought

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Written word

Written dreaming

Absence of reality

Reality isn’t necessarily the realist

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And a mind is left to dream as it will

Seeing more than the shadows on cave walls