Lost Dreams


Not once does life come to me

The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream

No memory or wish played out

On the imaginative stage

The subconscious at play

Dressed in the colors of the rainbow

Nuanced fortune-telling

Revealed with every sense

Where superheroes are born

And nightmares hold our monsters

Technicolor trance

That breathes for the soul

A window to the psyche

That remains with dawn’s light

Oh, how I wish for dreams

Just to prove I am alright

But life does not come to me

The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream

My nights are blank

Time passed without note

A repetitive hollow moment

Where I hide from everything

Both the good and the bad

I am a man of no dreams

And that is the saddest truth


12 Responses to “Lost Dreams”
  1. beth says:

    so sad, and hopefully over time the good dreams will come –

  2. kristianw84 says:

    On one hand this makes me wish I could hug you, and give you some of my dreams. They are often so vivid and intense that I wake up a little disoriented because I didn’t wake up where I thought I would. Then again, you might wonder what is wrong with my psyche! 😂

    On the other hand, I am glad you don’t have the nightmares. I have woken myself up screaming in terror. It is not pleasant, and those nightmares stay with me. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It could be your brain’s way of protecting you from reliving some of the real life horrors you have experienced.

    Anyway, hugs! ❤🤗

    • Brad Osborne says:

      You are likely not wrong about it being a protective mechanism in some way. And if that is the case, I should be more thankful. Accepting hugs, always! Thank, Kristian! ♥

  3. yassy says:

    You write anything and it’s beautiful.. I like the way you let go of words and make them flow in a wonderful rhythm..

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    This piece has such a nice flow and rhythm to it. I’ve found that as I age, I seem to recall fewer dreams. No nightmares may be a good thing, but I miss those spectacular moments of imagination.

  5. An interesting perspective. Many things are inside us that we have no conscious memory of.

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