I Write Mediocre Poetry

Sleep is my only escape and solace
It frees my mind of memories of injustice,

The slumber takes me away to far away places,
Temporary mind freeing safe spaces.

In my slumber I dream of things which aren't real,
Within this world , a heart is something nobody can steal,

Frozen within the unconscious realm where time stands still,
Where the mind races with thoughts that spill,

Dreaming of crazy stuff that fills the mind,
Some of it rough, some of it kind,

The dreamscape at night is like a magical mystery tour,
A mind, heart and soul in constant war,

I just wish to escape to this place at night,
Where in my dreams I still have the strength to fight, search for the light,
These things called dreams can make everything seem so right....