Sometimes the paralyzing fears that hunt us down in dreams have no choice but to pursue us when we flee into the bitter cold of reality.


weaving tendrils

of dissatisfaction cutting

hot red lines of 

rotting promises

as smoke from the ash of dreams

crawls closer to my caring

eyes trying to shut out fear

the longing for capability

capricious gawking shade

scarred exhausted, rise again

usher in the dawn

with eyes that bleed from burning light

that slowly suffocates what hope

had planned to stand with me

in the hellish light of day.

so much for nightmares.

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  • realityspeaks on Jan 22, 2012

    Beautifully expressed. Its one of those moments you just freeze and fail to notice an exit.

  • Lucky Star on Jan 22, 2012

    Interesting share

  • VisionsToPonder on Jan 28, 2012

    Deep, beautiful, and dark write. If you put in the right capitalization and punctuation, it would make it even better. It just makes your writing look more professional makes the you more credible in the eyes of the reader. Fantastic job :)

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