Dreams rest upon the dew
before the daylight
breaks through to take
the place of night
Dreams are sudden
interruptions of what's
both wrong and right
Dreams are liquid,
slipping through our
fingers as we try to hold on,
yet leaving us soaked through and saturated
Dreams can be visions of
grandeur and truth
leaving us longing but
infrequently sated
Dreams are our captors
when darkness enshrines
the vulnerable crevices
in powerless minds
Yet, seek liberation and
tread on the dawn
Let dreams be your victor
as you battle on
About the Creator
Kt
I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
Diabolical Dealing
Charlene Lind found herself at the home of her therapist, Dr. Alexandra Vech, who she had been seeing for a week. What was supposed to be a session ended up becoming a desperate plea of help from Charlene as she was suddenly losing consciousness. She was cognizant enough to know that she had only a minute left until she would be out like a light.
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 days ago in Fiction
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