"Dreams"

Dreams can be happy;
A goal to be achieved,
The love of your life,
A moment occured because you believed,
The end of your strife,
Forgave your best friend,
Relaxed at a stream,
Put rivalries to an end,
Eternal bliss as it may seem...
But dreams can also be your meanest enemy;
He never goes away,
Your secret has been told,
As silently you lay,
While your horror begins to unfold.
In the darkness he creeps,
Your soul changes to a sickening hue,
He never sleeps...
But you do.

Author: Lynne (Me)
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