What The World Can Not Touch

In the light
all I do can be seen.
Thankful am I
for times I can dream.

All the weight
the world can compile
can hold down and
even the strongest defile.

The chaotic winds
chill the purest souls,
toss us about
at times beyond control.

So hard we try
trying to touch the sky.
At the days end
in our beds we do lie.

What must we
say unto the pain?
Though we curse
it shall still remain.

What must we
even attempt to do?
Shed a tear?
Play pleasing tunes?

I say unto the light
you can do as you will.
Under my covers
me you shall not chill.

I am the
master of my dreams.
I will reflect
upon what makes me me.

The world can
seem to take all.
It can not touch
dreams we draw.



Categories: Hope, Hurt, Personal, Poetry

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3 replies

  1. Nice Work! When A I starts reading our minds we are really in trouble!!

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