Nightmares
24 Aug 08 5:40 AM
Twisted dreams darker than dark
trouble my mind trouble my heart.
Where is the stable that night mares come from
I want to destroy them so they can not run.
They come from deep within us all
each of us has our very own stall.
We feed our mares on worry and hate
and then at night we open the gate.
Thundering forth with fire in their eyes
Carrying with them the things we despise.
Yes the worry the hatred and disappointments
and resentments.
The anger and fears
and sorrows tears.
If not dealt with during the day
they may haunt you at night when you can’t run away.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
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