A Dream

A dream of a distant time.

A battle-field filled with rage.

Land filled with both blood and rain.

We both lie in-between the dead.

We cry as one of us is departing into an eternal slumber. 

Who is it ? Me or You ?

I cannot tell but the pain, dread, and regret is present.

We promise to meet in another life, another time, a better place. 

I'm still waiting for you.

Where are you ?

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

marisela_mcs33

This is something I dreamed about one day and had to write it down into something meaningful. I was really confused and do not remember all the details so I wrote only what I remembered felling. 

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