so called comfort covered by
blankets listening to the
melodies. It's classic sound
waves invisibly from
something unknown.
It calls in my sleep from across
the room, beckoning, and I
weep, unknowingly, subconsciously
in hopes that I am dreaming
and that I'll wake in a better
place with a better understanding
with a better appreciation of
all the good things that
I have. But I never wake
from that one dream and
I weep in desperation.
My cries softly rock
me into another dream
within this dream and I'm
momentarily happy, running
in fields of sweet pollen
talking with those I love and care
for. When I wake, I put myself
into another dream, running
through fields once again with heat
coursing throughout my body
As that dream fades away
I find myself overwhelmingly
depressed having lost my
momentary happiness. I cry
and wail, the pressure and
emptiness escaping my lungs
and my body slumps to the
ground. Violence takes hold and
my depression makes me thrash,
draining my energy. As energy
becomes swallowed away my
hopelessness settles in
and my violence turns
to sullen, quiet weeping.
My weeping stops and I become
dormant, comatose and alone. My
figure becomes sullen and limp
and as I lie feeling lost from
the worlds I think of all and
nothing and I waste away
into the earth from whence
I came.
