Uncurtained Widows
Through the uncurtained widows
Of life we see hope rise and fall like
A knife
Through a shrill scream
Of a darkened dream
We feel thrills
And hopes rising higher
Like flames of midnight desires
Only to awaken to the same
As hopes falling
Tripping down over lifes
Games
Whips upon my back
Silence upon my tongue
As my mind whispers in the silence
Of my head
Sleep please hold me upon my bed
For my visel feels strangle
Trapped between
A dream and realty
A dreamer who only feels alive
Within a dream..
Hear the silence whisper's
Within my head..
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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