In sleep, she’s there, perfect yet unclear, Her face a blur, but her presence near. Her laugh softens the weight I bear, A fleeting moment, free of despair. We wander somewhere I’ve never been, A world untouched by the mess I’m in. Her hand in mine, it feels so right, A dream wrapped tight in golden light. But then I wake, like I always do, The warmth is gone, and the ache breaks through. Reality’s here, cold and loud, A bitter truth beneath the shroud. This life I live, I didn’t choose, A battle fought just to lose. I’ve tried to end it, to make it stop, But here I am, still at the top Of some cliff I can’t climb down, A life that drowns but won’t let me drown. And yet, I breathe, hoping in time, I’ll wake to a dream that’s finally mine.
Felt like writing, but I suckkkkk at writing so it’s rusty
