These Dreams

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  • Terror
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  • Nightmare
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  • Fear

    Poem Commentary

    This poem is about my many nightmares, and is also my first rhyming poem.

    These Dreams
    These dreams, these dreams,
    My soul is bursting at the seams.
    I have been cast into alienation,
    My mind rebelling at stagnation.
    Night after night,
    Fight after fight.
    The horror movies playing on the inside of my eyelids,
    Forcing me into reliving the darkness we see as a kids.
    I look into the mirror,
    And view my fear.
    I can see the great gnarled tree,
    Why can't I be free?
    Nothing is as it seems,
    These dreams, these dreams.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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