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.
of dissatisfaction cutting
hot red lines of
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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