A Bad Dream

Woke up on a cold, cold night
Bled my eyes in horror
In someone else’s ruins
Now lay;
My fortunes of tomorrow.

A song of tears, my stake to death
The wicked circle seeks arrest
By paths carved in wafted fire.
No time to rue, no time to seize
What fails to rise will cease to be.

Crush this force. Ram its pull
Resist the darkness, reclaim thou will.
A war of fear and grit thus comes to end,
Weary, I fall in a grave of unfinished pride.
Nimble flashes then stroke my eyes
Knock the door, you’re home at last.

Current Music: Force of nature-Pearl Jam
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3 Responses to A Bad Dream

  1. Minnie Romanovich says:

    Very poignant, this. Also, I love the accompanying photo. Kudos.

  2. Sukanya Verma says:

    Thanks so much, Minn. How are you doing? Hitting these parts any time soon?

  3. Dip says:

    Saddy pleasuric poem…
    An iro-paradoxial one may be better saying..
    Bst of luck bt d way for d writing

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