Night Dream World

Art by Aykut Aydogdu

What a dream, I saw my past packed in one stream

Of flooding memories that were left untouched

Always left at the same place where my fragmented pieces were for them to deem

In my sleep I have the key to access those memories

Where I still have questions unanswered, with pains that were destined to be buried; either my fragments or them.

I saw clowns thriving on the grass of prosperity, and victims trying to pave their rejected ways among the harsh.

Though in a dream, what could be impossible, if everything the heart misses or wishes is accessible.

They deceived some of our innocence; while they carried around the honor of adulting. As if their excuse is a wisdom guarantee, while for the children, it is their trapping destiny.

But this child’s reality, is a new world for the child to keep getting in, forever in their minds until growing. Some places are meant to be visited in reality, to finally resolve while their eyes are open, rather than a germ that keeps infesting their dreams.

A family is not always there to protect, they are likely to be adults in wolf skin, unbothered to replace it with a sheep’s one; as what could a child really know about reality?

Dreams do relieve what is hidden, yet they are also called dreams for a reason; to resolve pain, or to wish for something better.

Written by: Farah A.Y

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Rushing in Reality

On the long way to eternity

I had so much to see

The dream is the tool

I grab this tool, and I flee

To the place I held dear to me

I thought of the times that felt sublime

Yet they were just in my dreams

I wake up to notice reality is reckless

A friend’s voice comes rushing in

To remind me of the time we’re in

I feel my space, I see myself

Floating in the waves of change

In those waves, so much happens

I call my name to hear it ring

Across the room

Repeated this game until I became

Awake and beside that friend.

Poetry by: Farah A.Y

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