Nightmare Drives Reality
This is the time
This is the light
Fever runs high
Ages of cries
Restless sleeping mind
Conscious unconscious thoughts
Deep wound pain never tires
Chasing cries through the mind
Nightmare drives reality
Can’t let go of what’s not to be
Can’t see the world you see
Can’t feel humanity
Blurred sounds of light all over me
This is the light!
This is the time
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2018
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