Dream, Action, Rotten

Dreams...
such fragile but cunning things,
filling our minds with hope
with smiles upon our faces in passing,
Though no smile crosses my face,
as I concentrate on the sunlight,
that lies beyond my window
while only shadows cover my flesh this time.
Worry, written in creases,
above my brow.
Each moments that passes,
losing light's no longer steadfast ground.
The hour hand crosses my face,
like seconds,
too fast, but feels like crawling,
as it ticks past my breath,
uncertainty in every direction,
but I don't dare to turn my head.
Behind me is a lark,
tweeting doubts to my demons,
feeding them everything I fear,
how deceit speaks so sweetly,
with a sugared beak,
until you no longer fill their needs.
Then they would cage you, 
in ways you could never see,
until the bars are locked around your faces,
and you stare out a window,
when dreaming of something forgotten,
eyes growing old,
from each dream,
gone rotten. 

Reviews

[Wynter Ignatius]

Keep dreaming - they will become reality soon enough.

Find reason to smile - if not, people will find a way to get one upon you.

Rattle that cage around you - people will listen and you will be free soon enough.

Time is not a controlling entity - it is bound to rules you can bend and break beyond it's reason.

Let the lark speak it's peace - it just paints a target upon itself.

As always dear, wonderful piece - keep it up.

[Aramey]

Thank you for taking the time for such thoughtful reviews. 4 weeks and counting.... :)