A Prophetic Dream

A dream of a ruined life

Exhausted from all the endeavors

of reaching for elaborate dreams;

striving for the fulfillment, 

of all my plans and schemes 

straight to my room I go 

to my overly enticing bed

on my soft inviting pillow 

I rest my mentally tired head

Into my mind's dreams, I slip

entering the surrealistic realm 

suppressed emotions expressed 

taking control over the helm 

my Subconscious, my guide 

showing me around this dream, 

revealing the hidden desires 

for my attention they scream!

in reality, they are bound by chains,

imprisoned, in this their netherworld;

their impulse in tune with Eternity

from Eternity's bosom, are they unfurled

taken slaves, by their adoptive mother

with my chains, I have bound them

they seek to break the worldly restraints, 

sending Conviction, as their stratagem 

In this my dream, Conviction paints, 

a prophetic message for the dreamer 

when he finished, I appraised the work, 

giving me a quiet, somber demeanor

Now that the work was finished, 

on the painting was something simple 

on his hue filled canvas, 

was a depiction of a ruined temple

I awake from this dream, 

with a new found resolve,

to unchain my desires, 

and my life to them devolve

for this is not their world 

Mother Eternity, is their inclination 

for their adoptive mother is a slave master,

and all her riches lead to damnation 

Reviews

[Cool Girl]

Wow. This is one of the best poems I've ever read. You are so talented. I absolutely love this!

[Stephen]

Thank you so much Cool Girl! Thanks for the appraisal and praise. I am humbled. I am glad that you loved it

[Cool Girl]

You are so very welcome:)