Souvenirs From Bliss's Hitch
sleep is the dream
projection holds entirely to this belief
that hope is a place to be seen
though miles gained while the ideal slept
a peace of mind reaches safety
forgotten for the lie that is me
a stubborn truth covered in blankets
tossed while the rinse was final
the illusion of living charmed for real
below the cut of hammered steel
fearless is the lack of will to conceal
a wish is simply a slight pull of the wheel
sleep walking my sorrow still
beyond this memory or this dream
left in a place far and in between
heaven and hell
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Copyright © Sheer Terror | Year Posted 2018
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