Falling....

Falling through the darkened night,
No voice to scream.
No eyes for sight,
Is this another dream.

Just like the one,
Two nights ago.
All of them no fun,
The source unknown.

Three year I have had this,
An infliction of sort.
First they are filled with bliss,
Then they start to distort.

Never the same twice,
But always the same results.
Kinda like the toss of the dice,
Or outrunning a herd of bulls.

The odds are against you,
The dice are rigged.
No skies of blue,
Only your grave to dig.

This is the only feeling,
That I am allowed to feel.
While these dreams keep stealing,
Everything I thought was real.

My hopes,
My dreams.
This bitter end.
And all along it was you....
The one I called friend.

Reviews

[Vatsayayana]

Wow.
You had me holding my breath until the end.
I could almost feel myself wanting to chew my nails to the quick. My eyes wide, skimming the words, absorbing the words, feeling the words.
I wanted to know what the dream was. What would make you write something such as this.
What brought you to this point.
Then the ending.....
Oh my. This is dark and brooding and fierce. Your words flow together beautifully.
It was passionate and emotional. Painful. Sad.
It had a haunting quality to it that just stunned me in my seat.
Brava darling, brava!

[Staci Brown]

i agree with everything that Emmy already stated below, but... i want to add that it feels as if you're limiting yourself. you tend to lock yourself into a rhyming scheme, which limits your expressive flow. try to break away from the rhyming and just let yourself go :D

Faerie Blessings!

--faerie whisper (breaking the silence...)