Imagine.

Imagine a world without hurt,

Without pain, loss, or suffering,

A world where animals talk and people don’t,

In this world,

My world,

My mind is as calm as a creek without wind.

Everything tastes sweet, never bitter.

Every sunset is painted with vibrant color,

And no one fears the night.

The wind smells like cherries.

 

Then you open your eyes,

And all the lies,

You told yourself to go to sleep dissipate.

Now you’re wide awake and the nightmares are coming.

Imagine that you actually get an hour of sleep.

Imagine monsters aren’t real.

Imagine you’re safe.

But what good is your imagining when you live with your eyes closed?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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