A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

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

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