And again.

Dreams

Obscene images of fever dream creations

The realisations of my intrusive thoughts

What sadness occurs, currently and consciously,

That I long for this subconscious drivel

A need for exhilaration, or pain, or any feeling at all

A pinch or a fall

An escape or an exit

But when I run, I only crawl

I listen to the whispers while submerged in their bias

What artistry within me could create this scenery?

My emotional satisfaction through pain and hurtful memories

Visualised with innocent faces in unknown locations

Caged into my own weakness,

Pushed over like a stumbling toddler

I no longer wear my brassy roots,

But in certain lights are hints of ember

I lay my head on the down, and start again

And start again,

And start again.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes painful memories linger on, and sometimes the subconscious summons them for the sake of stimulation, for that level of consciousness equates stillness with death. Either way, it's a bad situation to be in.

[Luna Elenby]

Thanks for your review! I very much agree with your comments.