Dreams Hurt

September 2, 2010
By LuckyButterfly BRONZE, Stafford, Other
LuckyButterfly BRONZE, Stafford, Other
3 articles 0 photos 5 comments

Night.
Dreams and imaginings lie in shards around the bed.
Harmlessly glittering.
Reflecting weak moonlight.
If you picked one up and looked at it
You would be astounded by its beauty.
But don't
Get up. Your white, bare feet on the cold floor
Would be splintered by metaphors
And stain them crimson.
Blood-stained dreams.

That's what I love about the outdoors.
The silence is never silent
And you share the night with stars.


The author's comments:
I wrote this a while ago and only found it recently. But, weirdly, it ties in quite well with some dreams I've been having and from these I found the title - Dreams Hurt.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!