Peter Dome Poet Free verse

When a Dream Ends and the Nightmare Begins

Walking upon shards of broken glass
with every faltering step I take
Travelling through life at haste
with no compass
steering  wheel or brake.

Trying to unravel a mass of tangled knots
Laying in life's gutter wounded
trying to liberate myself
from the putrid stench of obscurity
and not be forgot.

Mind full of unwanted clutter
swirling like a tempest
around and around
Life's din perpetrating the ear drums
with excruciating loud perpetual
grinding sound.

Lost in the harsh wilderness
battered by the wind
No one knows the things I've seen
or the places I have been.

Tied to the rocks
lashed and broken by the waves
cursed at birth
wake up from a dream 
and another nightmare
another battle to face today.

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Debra Squyres January 8, 2014 at 5:25 AM Heartfelt words. Very moving and realistic poetry showing some of the struggles in life. Peter Dome January 8, 2014 at 5:34 AM Thank you so much Debra. I appreciate your feedback and kindness.take good care. best wishes. Pete.

Jenny Brewer January 7, 2014 at 8:50 PM OMG i love it,i love it so much im jumping up and down. It's brilliant. Peter Dome January 8, 2014 at 5:14 AM Thank you very much Jenny. very kind of you to stop by.and your kind words. never had anyone so enthusiastic about my poems before take good care best wishes. Pete.

Cherl Dunn January 7, 2014 at 8:14 PM i'm honored to be the first to comment on this write, it is a deeply felt poem i can tell this much it's got creepy feeling to it but the words used are wonderful to add an evil feeling great job here, also thank you for your rail of the review of the tral of the gypies. i think their is a little bit of gypy in all of us. cheri Peter Dome January 7, 2014 at 8:20 PM Hi Cherl. where this came from I'm not sire it just evolved, out of frustration I suppose. Life is pretty tough at the moment.. hope your ok. loved your poem very much. a fav for me.Thank you take care. best wishes.Pete.