These dreams are like a drum
Hammering in my chest.
An anvil bludgeoned hard
Refusing to let me rest.
The mind begins to race
Deciphering the plans.
A blueprint of the script
That begs to reach my hand.
Like fire burning deep
It singes out a sign.
The words I cannot speak
Are burned into my mind.
The night holds my secrets
I'm forced to peel away
When sounds and light appear
To bring upon the day.
These dreams, some forgotten
Tether with lapse of time
Are stolen by the dark
Devouring up my lines.
Another forgotten tale
Stolen by the realm.
Where dreams love to tease
And hide inside their shell.
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Dark Trails
Poetry** This book has been published on Amazon, revised and edited with altered and added poems. The road is not always paved in marvel, beauty, and love. Sometimes it is the wicked and broken fragments of life that revel the human soul. And with these...
