poetry by j matthew waters

a thousand dreams

it’s not the first time you’ve chased the wind
having gone from one idea to the next
but then suddenly there is none
all you can hear are sirens

eventually winds die down
giving you plenty of time to pause
letting loose over a thousand dreams
turning sirens into your mother’s screams

april two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “a thousand dreams

  1. The poem is dreamy and imaginative in the beginning but turns terrifying towards the end. Nicely done

  2. this took a turn haha but was very well penned! 🙂

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