Trapped/Of A Dreams Nightmare Reflection

I really dont belive we as writers should have to explai work for in my ow work i go wherever the work takes me.

Like the water left from the tide.

Between the rocks in a pool I remain left to stay in a a place i no longer care

to be.

Freedom is air.

No breath can escape as it moves without my knowledge in a idots thought.

 

So have we come to a end in a start of a long regret?

Forced in plessure torn in hate.

The cover may change but the story has never changed my dear.

 

Sunsets see more than the fading light.

Like wine in a barrel thoughts lay to rot only to be taken

and turned into something that I cannot control.

Yet Ive created without choice.  

 

My journey now past begins with a role I choose not to play.

When season's bleed of bitter lies.

Maybe voices can speak of the reason.

But no longer can I stay.   

 

The water trapped must often dream of the tide.

Past is of a iced regret.

Into life's ever growing nightmare I confide 

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

A powerful, thought provoking write. The writing takes you to deep places John. :) This one speaks deeply to me.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Freedom is air..........oh my goodness what a powerful statement for a woman like me who loves her freedom to read. I could hardly read the rest of the poem I was so overjoyed by those three words. Powerful! Wonderful piece Gonzo! Good to see you!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Amazing as always my friend.

[An owl on the moon]

You take us all on a journey... through seasons and tides.. through the world and into the depth of the mind. Places even dreams cannot reach. Powerfully told.