Seeker

in My Dreams

 

 

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

Comments2

  • LAWLESS

    Luckily my dreams are really good. Last night's, not so great. A big Oscar ate my tetras! Damn those big fish!

    Great poem!

    • Seeker

      Thank you James very much. I was always afraid to keep Oscars for that very reason.

    • Jacob Bennett

      I am at a loss for words, this poem is so visceral!
      Amazing job!

      • Seeker

        Thank you Jacob. Thanks for reading.



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