Dreams

Written by: Sana Anuar

Sweet dreams are made of tears

That roll and fall down from your face

To that pillow that you tenderly embrace

And head off to a careless simple world

Where you’re finally free to do what

You could not

Afford to think of anytime before.

I swear there is nothing I love more

Than to be drowned under the clouds of sheets

And to be welcomed by the inhabitants of the

Sweet dreams that make even me forget

The nightmares of harsh reality.

Though there have been some changes to them lately.

I realise my colourful free world became

Invaded by some hurtful thoughts

That wear me down when I’m supposed to rest.

Instead of eating homemade paella

Or frolicking with fairy wings

I’m left with corpses in my embrace

To be buried with bare hands

In the unwelcoming cold soil.

I have to rush before the inspector comes

To arrest me for my crime

Of killing the one who is still alive.

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Written by: Sana Anuar

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