This is actually based on a personal phobia. I have exaggerated with my words, but the basic premise is real to me. Maybe my dark writes have created this fear within me.

A voyage within my own mind…

My vision of time…Past, present, and future…

Movement within the darkness. Secret movements of the night.

Who is in control, as you sleep?

Visions within the night. Only as I sleep.

Where does our pain go, when it gradually fades from our memories?

Someone sent me a picture and asked me to write a poem based on that picture. This is the end result. Vic Damico.

An internal battle between reality and the mind…

Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between being awake and your dream existence. Is it possible that a mental compromise is made? More Darkness…