MISTAKE/poem by MwsR
Maybe it’s not real
Maybe this moment is just how I feel.
I often see things I can’t believe,
Maybe this is my own soul’s deceit.
Often times I stray into the night
Surrounded by feelings that something is not right
I often wake without hesitation
But feel disconnected, like I had a transformation.
Travels through the night
They either break your will, courage, or spirit
Didn’t believe all that, until I myself went through it.
Now I know that things are twisted
They are not all black and white, like were insisted.
For one to get into their dreams
They must come to terms with how things seem
Trusting in what they know
What path they need to go.
If it ain’t real, then why can it be felt after I wake
It really can’t be a mistake