Poem: Written By: E.S.

Dreams are devilish angels in disguise 

Bringing prosperity, peace, and protection. 

Protection from all of the prompt things in life

The crucial and harsh demands one bring;

The often messy factors that are unfortunate to one’s eye to bear

Enough for someone to never want to share

The horrors in their past, present, and future

Bottled up. And tucked away. Never happened. 

But when  dreams emerge,

It’s heaven, an escape, a spoonful of honey. 

It's a welcomed abyss

 accepted by handshakes, chippy faces, and familiar laughs. 

Its finally a heaven one can escape to. 

The peace is finally here

we can share it with everyone we hold most dear. 

Its a lie its a lie its a lie

Ripped away ripped away 

Its    r  i    p     p       e       d             a        w    a      y 

Eyes have opened 

Ears are bleeding

5:30 in the morning has finally hit 

Alarm has chosen war

It’s combative, combustive, and ANNOYING 

taking peace. 

Bliss.

I miss the dreams that are angels instead of disguised as devils.