Nightmares of Reality

...She speaks in the cold
a naked warmth
Burning cloak
of cold fires
through dark shadows
emanating from beneath
Heaven is a long journey
that winds up
within the path of hell
maybe endless

Maybe 
we won't find it

There is no easy way
but to swallow each thorn
to bleed us dry
Words were not made
by rainbows and colorful skies
but of burden
that ironically saves us

Would we deny?
Yes
we always have...

Mek
Jan09

Author's Note

She's been denied many times over...