In dreams my world exists inside cocooned
awareness where my senses are compressed
into a strangely cramped small truth, ballooned
around me with my sight obscured, repressed
A parting kiss comes into murky view
A hellish trice as she again says no
Is this real may I right my err anew?
Tis dreaming oh I wish it were not so
Most times I move in slo-mo my feet glued
upon a surface that's not even there
I try escaping guilt intensely rued
and my wild spinning legs do run, but where?
What worlds do we attend in nightly dreams?
Fantastic loving haunts of muted screams
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2017 20:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I shall return to this subject probably sooner than later.
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Comments2
I am at a loss for words, this poem is so visceral!
Amazing job!
Thank you Jacob. Thanks for reading.
It's amazing
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