Dead Reckoning
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Black as the pit in the well of my dreams
slumber is dark, and the silence is long
on the loneliest road that the mind travels on
I'm engulfed by the pitch and the feeling of dread
Dead reckoning beckons to hold up its head
I'm encircled by whirlwinds and fierce prairie wind
I open my eyes, and with the last of my breath
I see a field of tall wheat, I am gasping within
My grandmother's house is a waving mirage
and seen in the distance, as once it had been
What do I fear? Is it life after death?
Perchance this is slumber, and the sleep monster haunts me,
A nightmare is taunting as it calls through the dark
I am playing the part, as a child with a spark
of the fire that wants me, as the field is engulfed
Heroic, and fearless, alas, not afraid
An arm reaches out, and shows me the way
Keeping brave as I can, she lends me her hand
"Stand by my side, let the flames be your guide"
How brave, that I am, when deep in the place
in the trace of the vaporous face of my dreams
The shades of fire, and smoke of the night
will consume me, if only, I fight off my fright
It is only my fear, that consumes while awake
of the things that are real, and things that are not
Not bending wheat strands, or the flames of the fire
Standing tall when I wake, I will wake with new power
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1//5/14
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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