just a bad dream

it's a crazy dream.
you can't make this stuff up.
it comes to you
in your sleep.
while your eyes are shut
and you
are so tired you
can't move, or think.
your bones are heavy with
the world,
you sink deep into
the cushion of your bed
and dream.
but it's not a dream.
it's a night mare.
a long crawl through
a dark damp hell.
what you thought was love
wasn't.
it was this. this imaginary
world of lies
and betrayal.
time to wake up,
to bathe in the sweet warm
sunlight of truth
and hope for a better
tomorrow, for real love
to appear.