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