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Tell me,
is there still sunlight?
I can feel no warmth,
see, not even a distant glow.
I awoke here,
a barren wasteland.
Blind
No place to go.
Where was I before?
It was warmer there,
opposite this cold,
desolate world.
There was a light there.
A single source -
Radiance
It was happy.
Was it a dream?
Maybe - it was never real.
I do not want that,
a false memory.
When will dawn break?
I want to see,
a gleam of hope,
to feel a warmth.
Should I forget?
Knowing brightness,
only makes me yearn -
False hope, never realized.
Can I accept?
This cold truth
There is no longer -
I no longer have -
my sunlight
is there still sunlight?
I can feel no warmth,
see, not even a distant glow.
I awoke here,
a barren wasteland.
Blind
No place to go.
Where was I before?
It was warmer there,
opposite this cold,
desolate world.
There was a light there.
A single source -
Radiance
It was happy.
Was it a dream?
Maybe - it was never real.
I do not want that,
a false memory.
When will dawn break?
I want to see,
a gleam of hope,
to feel a warmth.
Should I forget?
Knowing brightness,
only makes me yearn -
False hope, never realized.
Can I accept?
This cold truth
There is no longer -
I no longer have -
my sunlight
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I don't really write, especially poetry, 'cuz I suck at it. I only write if I have to, like for an English assignment or whatever...
But I write this because of some insane reason, and I guess I have to explain the story behind this here, so here goes...
Umm... where do I start? I guess I'll start off by saying that I don't really believe that I wrote this, although I did. I heard this poem in a dream, so I guess I kinda wrote it and I kinda didn't... That dream was one of the most lucid and realistic dreams that I've had. I couldn't really remember most of the lines, so I tried to capture the feeling it gave me the best I could.
The one line that I'm definitely sure came from the dream is the most important one - "Is there still sunlight?". When I woke up, that line kept repeating in my head, it was so strong in the dream.
Oh, and I guess I also have to explain why the hell I feel this way... In the dream, the person who recited the poem was a girl that I liked... A few weeks back, I confessed to her but she kindly turned me down. T_T
I guess I still like her and that's why I had that dream ._." The poem kinda feels like waking up from the dream, like waking up from liking her and not knowing what to do after...
I really hope this helps me get over the whole thing... So yeah... that's it. Kinda a pathetic story, really.
But I write this because of some insane reason, and I guess I have to explain the story behind this here, so here goes...
Umm... where do I start? I guess I'll start off by saying that I don't really believe that I wrote this, although I did. I heard this poem in a dream, so I guess I kinda wrote it and I kinda didn't... That dream was one of the most lucid and realistic dreams that I've had. I couldn't really remember most of the lines, so I tried to capture the feeling it gave me the best I could.
The one line that I'm definitely sure came from the dream is the most important one - "Is there still sunlight?". When I woke up, that line kept repeating in my head, it was so strong in the dream.
Oh, and I guess I also have to explain why the hell I feel this way... In the dream, the person who recited the poem was a girl that I liked... A few weeks back, I confessed to her but she kindly turned me down. T_T
I guess I still like her and that's why I had that dream ._." The poem kinda feels like waking up from the dream, like waking up from liking her and not knowing what to do after...
I really hope this helps me get over the whole thing... So yeah... that's it. Kinda a pathetic story, really.
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That's not pathetic!