This is a poem I wrote awhile ago, but never got around to posting it for some reason. But regardless of that, here's The Dream and The Nightmare of Reality. I hope you enjoy reading this one.
The Dream and The Nightmare of Reality
I stir from slumber,
searching for you,
I can not see you.
As I look around,
I see a different world,
one different than the one,
that you were with me.
As I look,
I notice,
I am sitting,
sitting,
on an old chair.
Pistol,
in hand,
I stare at it.
Then,
come to face the fact,
you were nothing,
but a dream.
Looking back,
I see,
you in my mind.
Yet,
it pains me,
.
.
.
To think that you were,
nothing,
but a dream.
