I dreamt a world with peace

Picture is from Galactic Free Press

Another world; I dreamt.
Bright and happy.
I felt my heart sing.
Can this be real?

A world with peace.
Harps sing with joy.
This is not my world.
There are no stains.

I toss and turn.
The pull of this world.
My heart in distress.
Being pulled two ways.

I cannot stay here.
A world too perfect.
Too happy; too bright.
My heart pleads to stay.

I choose to leave.
I wake up in my bed
It is dark and cold.
The dream is fading.

My heart breaks, I cry.
Something beautiful lost.
My reality different.
There are stains here.

A world not perfect.
The struggle for peace.
This is my reality.
This is where home is.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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