DREAMS (this is my poem I would like your critque)
Dreams our inner wishes,
Wishes that we cannot fulfill,
While we are awake.
Dreams are living,
The way you want,
Or the way you fear to.
Truth is hidden,
In these dreams,
Truth you wish,
Not to know,
But you do.
Dreams are sometimes
Not from you.
But from god,
Or demons.
Dreams make us,
Disappear,
Into a world we hate,
Or a world we love.
Dreams seem real,
Then I realize it can't be,
It is too wonderful,
Or too awful.
Dreams are for savoring,
Even if they aren't real,
Love it,
Until you must,
Return to the reality,
In witch we controle.
Where wished are not fulfilled,
But one day they might be,
But as you struggle,
To accomplish them,
Remember,
Dreams are our inner wishes,
Ones we can't always fulfill,
While we are awake.
But we can try,
And as we try,
Remember the sweet,
And awful,
Dreams.