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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme Part II Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn, The dark brings demon things thought strong. No morbid mood can now contain Feigned pride residing there in pain. The dreadful dark of dreams means fear, As shades and shadows now appear, In early morning forming light, Selecting scenes and stealing sight. No pill can fill the empty will Consuming and seducing still All brevity and clarity Of ones own personality. To realize reality Is nothing more than what you see Inside the prism of your mind, Confirms the evil there to find. Each day may start and part in fear (relief is just belief made clear) When life's confounded all around Your ears will hear and fear all sound From days when all you thought was true Depended on a vision view That took the book of facts and claims And mastered making names and games. The fear that clears your dreary dreams, Will float around your moat of schemes And leave you neat but not alone As fear is near its final home. Now so confused, bemused and used These needy dreams leave you abused. What light or might or higher sight Do dark dreams seem to glean each night? Now lost inside you cannot hide Forsaking all your waking pride; What curst incursion must be made To take and make you not afraid. Fear will hover over sorrow, Reaching, leaching living marrow Deep within the bin of bone, This fear will reach but not atone.
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