the wait…

unwanted time spent
alone with yesterday’s fears
shadows of nightmares 
cast upon an empty space
where a lover should have been

 

 

renegotiation…

awakened by sounds
forgotten childhood fears
shadows spinning on walls
whispered words to gods
for a contract renewal

when nightmares end…

panicked shallow breaths
damp bed sheets cling to flesh
mind’s darkness reveals fears
when you’re finally conscious
do you wake up dead

midnight torment…

night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep

 

and when the nightmare ends…

 

broken promises
just shattered glass on a dream
reality’s path

 

diametrically different from the twelve days of christmas: ghost #7…

drape your hand and arm
over the bed’s edge tonight
i long for your touch

simple words #25…

the clock
staring off into space
with total disregard for life’s tragedies
and your nightmares

dream state…

darkness
holds its breath
as you peer into
the broken window
of your day
memories
of events
are
as fragmented
as shards
of glass
piercing
your dreams
had you but…
a
phrase
you repeat
throughout the night
but find
no way
to complete it
so
you wake
to continue
the nightmare

midnight battle…

a nightmare
has no chance
against
a lover’s
hug

nightmare…

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these isolated moments
before death
called days
move before
your eyes
without reflection
in the mirror
soundless events
flowing along
the fibers of your existence
an invisible blood line
in the palm of your hand
ignored
as you reach
for golden corporate calves
placed strategically
along the walkways
of your beliefs
and when you
reach out
to touch them
you find they are
but illusions
nothing more
than
unkept promises
like the unread books
beside your bed