Description: This is a peice I wrote about a strange reoccuring dream I've had in which there is a strange person/entity that somehow provokes me (I am unsure how. As soon as the dream begins I am already severely angry and feel that this person/entity poses an eminent threat on me and or my loved ones) and I strike at their eyes and face with as much anger and hatred as I can muster and continue to pummel this entity only to find that they are unharmed and still standing there. I exhaust every angle of attack and every technique known to destroy this adversary and still they are unharmed and I usually wake up.
Trully eloquently presented. Beautiful flow and rhyme, just dazzling.Even though this poem was made based on a dream you can also pass it off as an allegory displaying just how insignificant a human's struggle is compared the Universe, to that higher entity : "God"; truly futile our efforts against the flow of time, against the web of Destinity, heck against our own human nature.
Maybe you, yourself are struggling against something you cannot controll, or something is making you feel powerless against it , who knows who knows...nobody knows.
Yet I must say amongst all your poems, this one is trully "complete" in my eyes.
Submission Name: Punching Dream
