Colored Dreams.

Sleep’s artwork I once created believing I was so aware, Passing my eyes infinite times those sketches were all I could care, Some a charcoal black hatred streaked within a gray bleak, With a knifed paint of strength and rendering one weak, A storming of artwork akin to the sea’s lashing of the shores, Washing away the layers of dependence to expose my naked core, My vision a pastel polluted quagmire I can’t control or refine, At rest and peace a dullish blood red yet in pain my light to guide, Those penciled haunting’s that remain singed in my head, I fear they will forever torture and regret me as my sanity’s bled, So distant is my comprehension do I corner myself a challenge to fight, Pulling me into a raining black and defeating me into a fading of white, My minds eye is unfocused and I search for the essence of yours, Through this spattering of brushwork losing direction of my course, Inside this gallery of gray where life challenges me to extremes, I hold on to the past where I reside painting colored dreams