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Enygma55
Enygma55
64 Followers

My dreams haunt me still
When I sleep I hope to dream
Of many things
No matter if they are good
Or bad my dreams haunt
My days.

In the path of my thoughts
I have been the last man standing,
A father, husband, or alone.
I have stood in the presence
Of Demons, murderers, and evil.
I have gone down swinging, running
And cowering, but no matter what
The dreams haunt my days.
I can never shake the feeling that
This world is the fake and my dreams
Are the real one.

My dreams haunt me still.
The girl of my dreams has taken
Many forms, my appearances
She is my lover, my friend, my enemy.
She has teased me, and kissed me.
She has left me and held me.
She haunts me still.

I have a place in my dreams
That I visited more often than not
A house, my house, my dream house
A beautiful house that I have,
Never really seen.
Even when pursued by the evil
Of my own making.
I still admire the beauty of my
Dream home.
The solid wood floors, the curving stairs
The sun room that looks over a green yard.
How many times have I ran through
That house chasing someone or
Being chased by something.
It is still the home I long to be in.


My dreams haunt me still
With many things, the children
I will never have.
The love I will never know.
Her breath on my ear as we
Hold each other tight.
The laughter of the kids, in the
Halls I have built in my head.

I been many things in my dreams
Some I wish I had never been nor
Seen
Some I wish I could be and strive
To be.
My Dreams haunt me still.

They have led my down many paths
To destinies and fates that I want to
Have and others that I fear I will become.
They haunt me still.

I have stood on a beach,
Watching water roll over the sand
The sun just lifting above the horizon
A sense of peace fills me,
Even as some demon of my mind
Is hunting me and the ones I love down.
It haunts me still.

I dream about the one that got away
The one that I let go and she let me run
She is one I dream about more often
Her hair, her eyes, her lips, taunt me.
The fire in her eyes, the keen wit that
Can cut me or raise me up.
She haunts me still.

As a new night begins
I always wonder what my dreams
Will bring, in the dark.
Filled with light and love?
Filled with dread and pain?
Or will they mix and match,
But they will always
Haunt me still.

Enygma55
Enygma55
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SkarlittFeenicksSkarlittFeenicksover 15 years ago
wow

one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.So romantic and soft, fabulous. Great work. I like some of the other stuff, but this is perfect.

Sincerely,

Skarlitt