A Poem About Bad Dreams and Reality

One night as a child I saw life and death in a different way..
Death then meant being in permanent sleep, slumber..
and life meant awakening from a night of nightmares
or a opening eyes after having some beauitful dreams..
What if then in being living now..I am living in a nightmare and being dead?
and maybe I will be awakened to a life only when this nightmare ends?


The wise call the 'reality' unreal
can it be then what we call reality is when we sleep
when our thoughts ride in our dreams..

Pain, suffering brings us death and a ghasty nightmare brings us to
awakening
can it be one and the same?

Have you pinched yourself going through your reality to check if its a bad
dream?
Sometimes the reality feels like a bad dream..
and at that of the night some nightmares look so real..
Its hard to choose between the two..

The hands pound on the wall of night to beg for some light
can there be a morning after all and can there be life?
when will this nightmare end and when will i begin with my life?

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I still remember that time of the day..when as a child I was thinking about
life and death..
and it occured to me that it resonated with sleep and awakening..
there were so many layers...and i cant put them into words