Sun has set and I set my head down to sleep.
I see that the motion picture is reminiscent
Of exiting existing darkness and
Entering paradise. Sometimes I don’t dream.
Sometimes, I can only wish I was.
The crimson curtain falls to reveal another act,
A script of my memories and a cast of my people.
A freckled face tells me I am beautiful.
Another’s sly grin whispers and says I will
Never find love. I am slipping from my body’s steeple
As actors turn apparent fiction into what I consume as fact.
Sometimes, I can only wish I was
Entering paradise. Sometimes I don’t dream
Of exiting existing darkness, and
I see that the motion picture is reminiscent.
Simple brown eyes still shut. And they never see sleep.
TaNia Donatto is a poet from Southeast Texas and a current undergraduate student at Stanford University in California. She intends on majoring in engineering but has a deep love for poetry. Her other interests include dance, theater, learning from people's stories, and accessibility in education. She also has work forthcoming in NECTAR POETRY, Capsule Stories,and 433 Magazine, and she can be found on Instagram and Twitter @taniadonatto_.