Poem: Wake Up Call Poetry

I’m downing in my thoughts,
I make up love as if there’s never enough,
I am always crushed by my imagination,
It and reality never match up.



My wake up call,
Isn’t a bird or a song,
An annoying tune or mother’s humm.

It’s when reality and me just don’t fit,
I get hurt and hurt by human wit,
Telling me my lies don’t exist.

I like to lie in bed,
With two pillows,
Blanked over head,
And dream about another life,
One with less pain,
And more love at night.

My wish is for one day,
The blinds would unreel,
And I see what I want to feel,
My dreams becoming real.