A Real Dream

Your words come to me

Slowly, as if it were a dream

Their muffled sounds penetrate me

Until the meaning becomes clearer

I can make sense of the dream now

“You’re a waste.”

 

It’s a sound I’d like to forget

But it keeps rolling around in my head

I keep dreaming it

Your laughter starts to become clearer

I can see it’s just good sport to you

But I’m boiling from the inside

Boiling, slowly erupting

Was it a dream

Did you really?

 

The Fire

I have a fire flickering deep inside of myself

Spitting embers indiscriminately

Onto those I love

And those I hate

Burning all it touches

 

Those that are true to me

Stay not only for the warmth

But also endure the burns

 

Sometimes I let the fire die down to ash

To see who’s still there

Even when the warmth is fading

And the fire is dead