MY DREAM
In my dream, I was in a void
A deep yearning void
My arms weak and limp
My eyes pale and veiled
I felt the air within my lungs
And it longed for freedom
I could feel a cold arm
I could smell a musk breath
It smelt of stale liquor
The type a deadly pirate would-
Drown in rage and haste
Before placing a knife in another’s heart
I opened my lips to utter a cry
But fear choked my gasp back
The veil loomed on
My throat felt parched
Words escaped inaudible like dust
My faith felt suffocated
Under the gin soaked breath
Say something
I dare you
Reveal
yourself monster
The mystery was oppressive
The smell, the silence
This was horror like never before
Could this be my last breath?
Is this the fabled end?
Then with my last ounce of fortitude,
I burst open my heavy lids
And faced an empty ceiling
A mockery to my despair
A sound so horrible
It bothered my soul
For my fear had been that monster
Created to quell my humanity
And box what I ought
And my eyelids the veil
Closed like death’s garb
Seeking validity in terror
Lounging in the comfort of the lull
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