Rainbow of Dreams
Sleep is good.
but when sleep brings nothing but fear, and hatred.
weeks go by, you forget the weeks.
when the weeks, become years it maybe to late.
So, when the door opened, i saw into hell.
but was it real or was i still dreaming?
It's now into what feels like many years, but how can i tell?
it's so dark, i can't see my hands, but i'am not sure, i have hands?
I hear low moans of suffering, as i hear the pain, and feel the dampness.
i can sense i'm not the first, the smell of death is all around.
If your eyes could open, you would know the death,
and wear the fear.
Your eyes may close, but will they see forever?
When they go dark, can you feel the life?
The life that died with the arrival of the light.
do you see the rainbow, as it shines from your eyes?
So, may the shine stay with you, if it fails to reflect from your soul,
death is all you have...
Copyright © John Griffis | Year Posted 2009
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