Another dream

Another dream

A Poem by willweb

 

 

My strength seeps from the cracks,

crevices ripped in a single slip

Reaching for hope again

I left my chest wide open

 

Streams of worth

flow like crying children

stealing quarters from the collection plate

at Sunday school - knowing it is a sin

 

Staining my crisp white shirt,

collecting in the wrinkles

of this button down nightmare,

pooling at my motionless feet

 

Exhaustion cradles and I can’t move,

losing a step at each turn

Internal screaming becomes deafening

as the pain sings harmony off key

 

I see my face in the stainless steel

but can not reach my wrists

It falls, mingling with debris,

scattered amidst this love I’ve lost

 

I am weak, I know weak,

I have taken this test before

Lessons on blackboards never sink in,

report cards inked in letters far up the scale

 

There is no more running, only hiding from myself

Sleeping in the darkness of my fears knowing

they will only bring another dream,

that I will once again follow

© 2014 willweb


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The mind works in mysterious ways when in a dream state.
I'm glad you're awake now. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thanks Ana, but I wish I were still dreaming. Dreaming is fun, reality sucks.
Matching Socks

10 Years Ago

Lol. Yeah, it sure does sometimes. :)
Sweet dreams then my friend!
Exhaustion cradles and I can’t move,
losing a step at each turn
Internal screaming becomes deafening
as the pain sings harmony off key

A very intense and effective write for me. I think it is best to let the pain scream. Bravo.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

I agree Pryde, but those screams never seem to end. Thank you so much my friend for your kind words... read more
For me, this is about reaching for that thing, that love, something elusive to make us happy, feeling failure, despair, and trying again, knowing it may turn out exactly as before. Beautifully written as always, and the small font emphasizes the sadness and smallness the speaker is feeling. Wonderful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


willweb

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much KLGoode. Sometimes reaching for dreams you never seem to be able to grab becomes exha.. read more

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Hi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..

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