In the lonely night
he waited
hoping the dream
would take shape
restlessness was
creeping in
nothing seemed
to be happening
these were the
worst times

having given up
everything for
the dream
preferring to
 live alone
in his own realm
if he couldn't
conjure up the
vibrant images
manipulate its
circumstance
the fear in him
caused acute
palpatations and
persperations
which gave him
cold sweats

He never had
to be alone
he always had
his vision
the aging process
was cheating him
out of memory
like a thief in
the night
come to steal
his creativity
he cursed the
usurper trying
to take control
of his mind
He swore he'd
never allow it
but then when
 he'd awaken

not knowing
what day it was
or where the
time had gone
and worst of all
trying to recall
what dream he
had been in
but there was
nothing there
when that
happened
the lonliness was
overwhelming
just the thought
that he might have
 to face reality
was earth shattering
to him he dreaded
even thinking about it

Awesome imagery
crowded his mind
he knew he had
once again found
the dream and was
able to control it
his fingers flew
over the page as he
wrote it down in
his journal, so
excited he was
almost frothing
at the mouth,
finally he stopped
writing lay down
went to sleep
when he awoke
he reached for his
journal all excited
the page was empty
then he knew
he cried out with
anguish,no one heard
he was all alone
without a dream

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