Within a Dream

The speaker is addressing someone who seems to be in a state of sadness and melancholy. They praise the person's skill in writing and their ability to evoke strong emotions. They express empathy for the person's difficult life, filled with misery and rejection. Despite this, they acknowledge the person's tender soul and the impact they have had on other poets. They question whether the person's life is just a dream or if it also resides in the imaginations of others. Tell me truly, what is in your mind? Her darkness haunts your dreams. Why your world is enveloped in melancholy, When no one and nothing is as it seems? Such eloquence lives in your beguiling quill, Such masterful diction divine, Such desperation and loneliness, With powerful poesia so fine. You squeeze the core of my poetic heart, Till blood drips on my parchment. I weep tears of bitter sorrow, For that which flows from your impartment. Such empathy I feel for you, And the wretched life you lead, Where misery pursues your every step, Whilst sowing its malevolent seed. Still you have a tender soul, Which craves love and affection, But each day you face with dismay, Only anguish and rejection. To you I say, maestro of words, Your legacy lives on in poets all. The images you paint within our minds, Will remain eternal and never pour. So, is your life a mere dream within a dream? Or does it rest with us in our imaginations too deep?