I abandon sleep upon the realisation that dreams…
They’re never what they really seem.
They’re a bunch of desires with burdens attached,
While you chase them, the consequences are dispatched.
And those things,
Those things sting.
They cling to your skin and burn,
They care not of your concerns.
They hunt you like prey,
They endure during the night and even at day.
I dare you to keep it at bay.
And some times when they come through,
You wonder if this dream was for you,
Because love and life may be an enterprise.
But dreams are death and nightmares in disguise.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016