Category: Writers Block
I'm staring blindly with the window open, the sound of rain a lullaby now.
I'm Remembering the reverie, yet again longing for your voice but my mind is no longer strong enough to give you life and breath.
And I'm falling my cherished musician, into that void of shallowness that always accompanies grim reality.
The ethereal dream is slowly fading
and the glass made fantasy is all but shattering
I reach for your hand and cry out your name
As acid tears again scar my face.
I'm losing touch with all that keeps me sane and in this last dream, I hold you again
...seems it is the Nightmare happens when awakening comes into being...Dream on love...
aww thanks Conny, if ya care to know deeper into any of my poems, P QN me and I'll probly tell ya and write more to read here. I'm too lazy a lot of the time to go on fictionpress