Loneliness and madness for one lost.

Feeling dead and depressed.

In my dreams you are mine but in my life you are a dream..

Loving someone is doing everything in the realm of morality.It is the most beautiful thing one can do to his fellow.May it be given back or not, does not matter ,true love waits no reciprocation.

This month marked the 5yrs since my grandmothers passing, this poem is my way of comfort.

You can rest peacefully now.

By Bryan Wegman.

I usually don’t have nightmares when I’m sleeping but sense I have been working it seems the days and the nights are beginning to blur and being awake is a nightmare. Dreaming Awake… I think I rather not dream at all anymore and yet I continue.

POEM.

Tired words of longing.