In My Dreams

in my dreams, she was brought back from the sleep

while i laid myself to rest in her place

i was granted one last wish

before i could descent to the deepest parts of hell

in my dreams, she keeps on living

and apocalyptic november never arrived

where i can recall she is gone but she has no memory of it

i just watch her do the silly dance while i cry and thank my god

in my dreams, i was allowed to see her face

and fate didn't betrayed me

i was never present with her in the darkest moment

but locked far away to a hospital bed

Written on- October 15, 2025

This poem is about my mother, who i lost at the hands of fate. It is very tough for me to talk about it, so i won't explain myself any further. It connects back to other poems of mine like "November 8 and Eclipse", "Endless Echoes".