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A Mere Pawn
Calling at the midnight hour come my demons and my dreams, each with hope of casting colored skys of their choosing over the vast open regions of this restless mind.
The first come crashing in as an army of conquest bringing with them dark clouds of coming events and impending trials, raining cold fear of worry and concern….. though such trials have not drawn first breath of reality nor seen hint of stroke from Time’s brush upon his canvas….. yet they come,,, marching in their orderly disorder pointing as they do to the broken bodies of past failures which lay bleeding in fields all too close within regretful taste of memory’s edge.
The second may come as whisperers found floating within a breeze, heard perhaps as an infant’s cry in the distance,,…searching for one who might tend to every need and wistful desire. At other times these Dreams come with booming voices demanding finish to temples of self glorification that in their completion all just rewards and accolades be collected and laid at my feet in view of those who have eyes to see..
……. all the while lay I ,calling for peace between the two, wishing only for a restful sleep that tomorrow I might be more than a mere pawn in the games played within the hallways of my own mind.
Darrell
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Darrell Rose
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