Dead in a Dream

You ever stop and realize you are
the ghost in your own story, standing
at a distance looking at yourself
not knowing who you are
anymore or remember how you even got here?

It's a moment when your story ends
and everything around you becomes a memory.
You are far away from everything you know,
the fog rolls in and you can't see the stars
like you have before as days turn into endless years.

You can't feel nothing. There's nobody
around to ask where your body has been laid
and the world turns as you feel dead but not gone,
you are just in a moment soon to fade.

You look down at where your feet suppose to be
but you only see the universe
swaying ahead without you,
everything in a curved motion
as the moments that make up
who you are gets harder to hold onto.
Like your heart
is misplaced: the one thing you
thought is sacred and yours and noone else's
that keeps all the best love stories
you once had is racing and disappearing
from you further into the dark.

You are stuck in place.
You think you are dead
and you want to scream and panic
but you forgot how.
The spaces around you
rolls forward jumping ahead
while you can't breathe,
drowning in quicksand.
Pieces of you become
a dream within a dream
slipping from your hands.

You beg, you try to utter the words
but you don't have the lungs
or what it takes to fill the emptiness
of who you are and what made you feel alive.
You become deaf and blinded from the universe
as the world turns and leaves you behind.
You finally realize you are not special.
Noone is coming to save you.
You are returned to the ground.
The cold dirt
takes your weathered bones
as mother earth reclaims what is hers.

Then you wake up from this nightmare grateful
that it's still better to be alive with depression
than dead in a dream or even dead at all.