A Poem

[Whatever]

This place is a dream. 
Only a sleeper considers it real. 
Then death comes like dawn, 
and you wake up laughing 
at what you thought 
was your grief.
-Rumi.

This place is for real.
Only a lover of dreams 
does not dare to see the depht.
Then death comes like a thief
and robs your call to weep
with the children of grief
eating their last meal. 
-Whatever

Edited September 26, 2021 by Whatever