Poems

Reality is but a dream

Posted on September 10, 2019September 10, 2019 by cepcarol

autumn

I steal another shot.
The danger is great.
But I am desperate.
I have to go back.

I feel the effects.
I can hear the guards.
But the door is gone.
A few more seconds.

They cannot follow.
For now, I am safe.
Will I be in time?
I can only hope.

Time unravels fast.
Reality is but a dream.
I have travelled far.
The past has arrived now.

I hear my name called.
It’s your voice I hear.
My heart pounding, I turn.
I am not late. You waited.

By C.E. Pereira
(10-9-2019)

Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. 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 View All Posts