When reality kills you
Mar 18, 2026 · 1 min read
my dreams collapsed
they became ghosts
they hunt me every night
expectations and hopes
are dead and buried in the ground
thorns without roses
are growing from the soil
because all the trying
sweat and crying
were a step i took
towards a path i didn’t choose
what i once thought was fate
I slowly, painfully learn to hate
now I’m trying to understand
what I have to learn to love
now that all I can feel is
low lights
almost fog
a melody so slow
it almost stopped
a soft rain falling
almost like a crying
a sun without rays
like a mark in the sky and
whispers
like words I never heard
feelings from a distance
like an echo in my heart
almost ink smudges
the colours on the wall
all my memories
like scenes of a show
I close my eyes
leaving only a small crack
found peace in the woods
I only hear you if you scream enough
I’m hiding under a pine tree
in the middle of a storm
the rain can’t reach me anymore
but the lightning one day
will end this forever
unless the rain stops
Does it ever?
The stars feel too far tonight
they didn’t hear my question
or they ignored it
like they once ignored my wishes
They say if you jump from too high,
gravity kills you easily
and because I dreamed too far
reality now kills me
Comments (1)
Reading this, I couldn’t help but see it as a meditation on love that was once everything and then suddenly gone. The ghosts, the echo in the heart, even hiding under the pine tree in the storm all feel like someone trying to survive the weight of memory. The final lines about dreaming too far and reality “killing” you echo how deeply we can fall for someone, and how devastating it is when that future disappears. Your imagery captures that ache beautifully.