A dreamer who hates dreaming

sitting resolute in a facade of solitude,

a life thought caved and demeaning

playing an ignorant solemn mood

a defense to hide what sat behind;

a backdrop of liquid toxic crimson.

Solace in selfish desire,

spending lovers with whiskey,

a kindness turned to burning ire

silently screaming don’t kiss me;

false passions without meaning,

lovers quarrels that were never worth seeing.

A dreamer who started dreaming

from love they could not detest,

compassion they swore to protect;

fraught with pasts left repressed

ripping and tearing, it left a lasting effect

one that would lead to a forced defect.

turning pale and lean

the dreamer kept their dream

no more silent scream

for the first time, for himself he would dream.