I try,
But I keep forgetting,
The morning dream
That disappeared
When I opened my eyes.
Leaving me in a daze,
Inside the haze,
Of colors and sounds
That drown, my insides
With something
No word can describe,
My memory, fragmented
In pieces…
Hide
from my conscious mind
As I try to remember…
But I keep forgetting.

poetry and image copyright 2019 neha
Napowrimo Day 5, Happy Friday Everyone!
April 5, 2019 at 1:03 pm
It comes and it goes
Not always easy to catch the thread of a dream…
Beautiful as always Neha.
April 5, 2019 at 1:08 pm
Thank you so much my friend!
April 5, 2019 at 2:03 pm
O! Fantabulous! 😎🥀
April 7, 2019 at 11:16 am
Thank you!
April 5, 2019 at 3:18 pm
Yes this is often so real and you describe it so beautifully!
April 7, 2019 at 11:16 am
Thank you so much Pragal!
April 5, 2019 at 8:57 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
April 7, 2019 at 11:17 am
Thank you John!
April 7, 2019 at 4:17 pm
You are welcome, Neha.
April 6, 2019 at 7:52 pm
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
April 7, 2019 at 11:17 am
Thank you for the reblog!