#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Questioning yourself..
Should you really go with the stream?
Should you stop searching for that meaningful theme?
Because whenever you tried living, they said you were extreme.
Saying that you should dream within certain limits.
Crushing your vision within few minutes.
Forcing you into the character of being timid.
Trying...