Hour

 

The quiet of my day now resides, simultaneously,

at the hour when my nightmares occur...

I no longer have dreams.

And why should you dream?

 

I am a fool.  I reached out to touch the tree of life

Within its branches, I sought hope and redemption...

only to find a sense of loss and questions

 

And why would you answer?

 

When I reached out to pluck the forbidden fruit,

it's tender flesh I intend to devour,

A thought occurred

knowledge is power...

 

Life is fleeting every second, minute,

Hour.

 

Let the nightmare begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

one of my first in a looong time...so it's not that good, but I did have fun writing it.

Reviews

[RavenDelcor]

Hope and redemption are not contained in any knowledge that can be written or read, but passed on from heart to heart ... by seeking knowledge only the seeker is placed on a path where that which is sought by the heart is clouded by the head's desire to know more, rather than to feel more. The nightmare begins with knowledge, continues in every passing second, until time is stopped by the knowing spirit and hope is restored and the spirit redeemed.
Thought provoking piece to say the least, good expression and a wealth of images upon which to meditate. Thank you.

[lunatic.]

This is amazing! perfect use of symbolism. I think i enjoyed reading this as much as you enjoyed writing it.
A lot of hidden meaning amongst this. I enjoy your work.
Keep it up!

[The Cougar's Den]

Knowledge is indeed power, and you gained knowledge simply by writing this. It is also true that life is fleeting, tomorrow is a not a given, but is a gift. Enjoy it. I liked this...Good write.