A shroud of fear
Drapes
Over my darken room
My weary eyes
Fight to stay alert
Searching for signs
Of undesirable dreams
Like acid soaking
My existence.
Within fading memories
I fear my thoughts eroding
Leaving my mind a blank slate
White washed with age.
I can still hear
And fear
Like some one stabbing me
In the heart with a spear.
My mother screaming
As she fights within
Herself
In her life and dreams
To recognize those
She once loved
Nourished and embraced
Not just strangers
Entering and exiting
Her room.
Time erodes my mind
I fear
In my dreams
Where I too will scream
Not recognizing that man
On the screen
My image
(On the mirror before me)
For I am losing my concept
Of reality.
Your poems grow more excellent with each one and they are powerful and a joy to read William! Even though traces of sadness haunt, your work is superb!
William, such a sad and heart rendering write...we never know what we will have to face in this life. This may be fiction but I've seen it happen to so many people. You have a great imaginative mind & you could write great fictional books. I enjoyed this.
So glad this is fiction: you pulled me into an uncomfortable world with the power of your pen. Few can do that so effectively: and you have, you have! Well done.
William, I am so glad to know that this is a fictional poem...Oh my, one can relate to the this one...We should never fear anything about ourselves, always embrace every minute of our existence...Very well written poem, I really enjoyed this one..
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2007
I love this one William, love fiction... and love dark which you do vey well! love holly
Glad to hear this is fiction, my friend, especially those last two lines. Although it now often seems like its getting harder to determine 'reality' these crazy days.
Oh! those wonderful trips into the world inside any mirror, images which no drug can provoke and words that were never heard before.
Poet, you have touched the realms of insanity.
Well done!
Georg
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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William thank you for sharing the kaleidoscope of your intimate creations quite enjoyable.
Always ((( SEMPER FI )))
~Gwendolyn
peace be with you, poet,
carolyn
John
Love,
Susan
Love,
Eileen
Love Tinka
The content - discerning reality from dreams/nightmares. Whew!
Kathy
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Poet, you have touched the realms of insanity.
Well done!
Georg