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.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
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