My dreams don't hurt

Dream about sleeping,

In my waking hours

Dream about living,

In my sleeping hours

Dreams on dreams,

Dreams in dreams

Inception and conception

It's dreams all the way down

Never fulfilled

I'm not living because of strong will

A seat is my home,

As my life ever drones

If my life read as a tome,

Pictures of a seated tomb

Would appear on the first page,

Constant through to the end

No change in my stage,

Empty of flux, longing for the redux

Tis but a dream

Oh the monotony!

Escape isn't an option

Not in the waking hours

Not in the sleeping hours

This isn't a prison

This isn't a prism

There are no bars

There are no stars

Sometimes life doesn't work out

And we end up,

Well we end up being

But we aren't

We end up living,

We end up dreaming

But we,

Well we aren't

Poem 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wyke0q/a_poem_about_grief/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Poem 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/wz0t0n/i_am_149_days_out_from_a_very_bad_relationship/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share