Dream

[Theid]

Today should be the first day of the rest of my life.
It’s similar to any other day in the sense that it follows the past and precedes what hasn’t occurred.
Unfortunately, yesterday’s condition was similar to today's. Strikingly so.
Any other day would permit time to carry on in a continuous fashion; but the concept of continuity is lost when there is no forward progression.
You see, it’s been a while now.
A while since the day carried the same appeal night now does.
A while since romance, love, and success were attainable.
A while since existence.
Is it so difficult to fathom, so hard for it to seem
That time only exists in my dreams?

[Bar22do]

apparently it is difficult indeed... but I like your poem, its implication (my implication at least) that unless we work on and have collaboration for that particular scent in life, time takes over, gets down to earth from our dream level and then spreads over existence like a deadly virus... thank you for sharing your poem

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wonderfully fluent and, seemingly, spontaneous!

[Buh4Bee]

This is a lovely concept. I feel the poem is nicely crafted. I, myself can exist in my dreams, and this is why working keeps me grounded in reality. At least my own shared reality with a few others.

[inbetween]

hm... nice, like it